As I mentioned before, I frequently find myself hearing things when I'm out and about. I don't consider it eavesdropping; it's honestly not my intent to listen to other people's private business. I guess I just have good ears. I can't help hearing what I hear. And sometimes I hear truly amazing things (to me, anyway) that make me wish I was participating in the conversation and 100 miles away at the same time. Such as tonight, at dinner, when I heard this snippet of dialogue from a nearby table:
"Me and Bobby had two shots of Jack as soon as we got to the funeral home."
Rough day for a couple of undertakers? Honoring a dearly departed drinking buddy? Country music songwriters on a dinner break?
The mind fairly boggles.
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I need to start pricking up my ears more often and writing down what I hear. This could make for fun blog fodder. Thanks, Clark!
Love that. I'm an active eavesdropper -- I wish I could pin it on my excellent hearing, but it's my inherent curiosity (read: nosiness) that's really to blame.
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