Do You Hear What I Hear?

In one of my very earliest posts, I wrote about my penchant for eavesdropping on other peoples' conversations while out in public. A slight variation of that happened last week when I treated myself to a mini-spa day, with a mani-pedi and a haircut. While I was getting a pedicure, a woman came in for a fill and a pedicure. She seemed quite, shall we say, outgoing (loud), and asked everyone in attendance what color polish she should get. She said she wanted something that would compliment her tan, after which she told the room that everyone she knew could go into the tanning bed and fall asleep, but she couldn't. As a result, she just lies in the tanning bed, bored. As she sat down, she commented on the elevator music, asking, "Where's the rock and roll?"

The pedicurist had her sit down while she ran the water. The client put her feet in it and said that no, it wasn't too hot. She said she liked hot water. I said, "The water feels good, my feet have been cold all morning." To which she replied, "Yeah, I can't shower with my husband because I have to have the water HOT and he likes it lukewarm." Oh, I KNOW you didn't just say that to me because that is way too much information. Thankfully, my pedi was almost over and I got to leave before I found out what may have been even more revealing details about her and her husband.










I heard several conversations a few weekends ago, when we were at an airshow with an attendance of 35,000 people. The one that stuck with me was a woman, about my age, on her cell phone as everyone was leaving. "I'm on my way now, what is wrong with you? God, why do you have to be so %#@*ing rude?" Gee, I don't know. Because it's so polite to yell %#@*ing rude in a crowd, particularly one with multitudes of small children.

Last, my daughter and I were at Red Lobster a few weeks ago. There was a table near us with four people, who appeared to be co-workers lunching outside the office. They made no attempt to be discreet about any of their table talk, which was mostly mundane. At one point, though, I heard the only woman at the table loudly exclaim: "The man is obsessed with donkeys. He absolutely LOVES donkeys!" Guess we know who he'll be voting for next month.