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Thursday, November 08, 2007

The middle of the story

Writing about overhearing conversations on the street isn't anything new. There's entire sites and sections of sites devoted to it. I've written about it. Who doesn't love eavesdropping on a bit of a conversation; coming into the radius of some stranger's life for just a few seconds and getting a tiny peek into their existence and then judging them on it? No one, that's who.

But even better than the overheard conversations are the pieces caught out of context. These ones don't make any sense and only give you the briefest hint of the person's personality. The fact that you don't know what they're talking about just makes this eavesdrop that much better.

All this is leading up to the guy sitting on the stoop of an apartment building on 17th street talking on his cell phone that I passed by as I walked home:

So he was having sex with her and it finally gave so then they had to...
So they had to what?! Buy a new bed? Take him to a chiropractor? See a divorce laywer? Finally accept his/her homosexuality? WHAT?!

3 comments:

doug said...

heh! the "finally", "it", and "they" in that that conversation bit are definitely the most interesting parts. if the "they" was "he" I would say the rest would read "...pull out suddenly", but as it is now, I'm at a loss.

Reid said...

Doug, that comment scrambled my brain so much that it actually gave a little bit of a high. Thanks.

Hans said...

This post and its comments scrambled my brain so much that it finally gave, so now I have to...