Eavesdropping can be fun!

I'll admit it. I love to listen in on other people's conversations. If you're talking loud enough for me to hear, Mr. Guy at the Table Next to Me, I'm going to eavesdrop.

This habit has allowed me to hear some very interesting discussions. Two come to mind. Allow me to share.

I'm sitting at the repair shop where I took my Expedition to get the CD player fixed. (My battery had died and this somehow caused my CDs to get stuck in the player when a new battery was put in.) The guy behind the counter is a gruff good ol' boy.

A youngish black man walks in and goes up to the counter. This is where the eavesdropping begins.

He says "I'm here to pick up my radio." He has an foreign accent of some sort. Mr. Friendly says "That will be $250.00." The young man says "How much if I pay cash?" Mr. Friendly says "$250.00. (short pause) We ain't sitting under some tent in Nairobi , ya know."

The next one took place in my doctor's waiting room. I'll set the stage. An older man in an undershirt and jeans walks in with a much younger man who has a rockin' mullet. I surreptitiously take a picture of said mullet with my camera phone.

Mullet guy's phone rings. Conversation commences thusly: MG: "Hello?"..........uh, where am I?...uh....uh." The older guy whispers "Tell them you're at the airport." MG: "I'm at the airport." Everyone knows it's easier to explain an early morning trip to the airport than a trip to the doctor office, right?

Ah, but my eavesdropping isn't over yet. The TV is on in the waiting room and it's showing the later "Today" show with Kathy Lee and Hoda. Older guy watches for a few minutes and says to MG "Blah, blah, blah. I never know what theses bitches are saying."

I leave you with a quote that surely justifies my nosiness.

“Stare. Pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.”
~Walker Evans