I love to eavesdrop.
Since I’ve never met a writer who didn’t love to eavesdrop, this is akin to telling you I’m rather fond of Chianti.
My favorite conversations to overhear are the ones that take awhile to figure out. I’m thinking of the one that occurred in a romantic oceanfront restaurant where Pythagoras and I dined on a recent trip to the Oregon Coast. We were seated so we could both watch the ocean, but Pythag had his back to the adjacent table.
That’s where the good conversation was happening, and it went something like this:
Older woman: He’s having a really hard time getting it up.
Younger woman: I think it’s just not long enough.
Older woman: Maybe if it were tighter—
Younger woman: No, I think he just needs it to be blowing a different way.
Pythagoras – who couldn’t see where the women were looking – was wide-eyed by this point. I actually could see what they were discussing, but I was still laughing so hard I nearly choked on my dinner roll.
“They’re talking about that guy flying his kite on the beach,” Pythag finally guessed.
“Probably,” I admitted. “But wait ‘til it ends up in one of my books.”
Are you an eavesdropper? What’s the most interesting conversation you’ve overheard? Please share in the comments.
And watch what you say around anyone with a notebook and an evil gleam in her eye.