Bailout

There are things going on everywhere and most of it, though interesting, is none of my business. That goes double for anything overheard at Elliot Bay Cafe.

The last time I was there, I overheard a couple talking about the man’s extra-marital affairs. (The conversation just kind of drifted in my direction.) Today there was a middle-aged woman in the corner of the cafe farthest from the door, seated with her back turned to the rest of the room. She was on a cellphone, enunciating carefully to compensate for the cafe-sounds and her indistinct accent. She was trying to arrange bail money for somebody.

One thought on “Bailout

  1. That’s kind of how I feel, reading some people’s blogs, like I’m eavesdropping, by accident.
    Or when I watch Oprah, going through one of her self-improvement growth spurts.
    Some things are better left unsaid in public, but oh! the wondrous gems we mine from those conversations “overheard” while minding our own bidness.

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