Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Guilty pleasure

I'm an unabashed eavesdropper. Today, while I was part of the crowd waiting to cross Michigan and Randolph, I listened in on two very different conversations.

1) Woman on her phone: "… no, I don't know if I'll make it back in time … no, it's not fun … no, I don't know who's idea it was …" She was so unhappy, pulled so taut. When she got back to the office and discovered who's idea it was, well, I feel sorry for that person.

2) Two rather merry thirtysomething men: "He was fun to talk to until the meds wore off." "They let him go home that soon? Where did he have it done?" "Well, it wasn't a strip mall. It's not like you can have something like that done at a tanning parlor." "Strip mall brain surgery!" (Much laughter)  Brain surgery? I wonder how serious it could have been if the patient's friends were this jovial about it.




2 comments:

  1. Right now I'm still in the startled phase with phones. Don't get me wrong, my first cell phone (we called them car phones) was in 1983. I am referring to the people who at first you think are talking to themselves. In a fast foods place it is constant. :)

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  2. Have you seen Greg Benson's schtick? I think he's hilarious--he answers people who are talking loudly on their cell phones in public.

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