This snippet comes to me courtesy of Hubbie, who heard this a couple of weeks ago.
Sunday afternoon, Chadstone Shopping Centre.
Near Coles.
A woman and her partner (presumably) walk past him.
Woman: “I just walked into a fart… Con, did you hear me?”
LOL LOL LOL.
Lady, are you sure it wasn’t Con who farted?
😂😂
I haven’t done one of these for a while. I gotta start paying more attention again.
I was driving with the window down today, slowing down as I approached a round-a-bout.
Two elderly people, a man and a woman, were about to cross the road after I passed. As I drove by them slowly, I heard from the woman –
“Like I said to you before, there’s someone up there looking out for me…”
Boy would I love to hear the story behind why she thought that.
But I like where she’s going. I too believe there are people up there, looking out for us.
Some days it may feel like they’ve gone on holiday… but other days, I swear you can feel them.
In a waiting room in Mornington.
Two elderly people are passing me, a male and a female. They are 80+, at least, and the woman is either his Mother, or his very aged wife. Let’s assume the latter when we go back to the snippet I heard:
Woman: “He said you’ve got another 10 years! I’ll see you in a year.”
Man: (grumbles).
Woman: “He said you did very well.” (leaning over closer) “He said your heart is strong.”
Man: (grumbles).
Woman: “Of course it is Peter or you’d be dead by now!”
For sure wife. Such a wife thing to say.
You know, I thought that when you were old, death might be a topic you generally don’t wanna think or talk too much about. But this couple, oh geez… after my heart. ♥
And Peter’s is strong, don’t forget.
I don’t want to make this series all ‘Gossip Girl’ like, and yet with my only two so far, it feels like it is unintentionally headed that way…
Makes for some interesting questions though.
Yesterday while heading into a small shopping centre after work, on a late Saturday afternoon, I was approaching 3 guys – definitely guys, not men. No more than 19, they would have fit right in at a skate park. For all I know, that’s where they were headed.
Pants falling down, hoodies over-sized, colours of grey and black all around. Caps turned back-to-front, and all 3, tall. Real street, yet with a touch of teenage still in them.
As I drew closer, the group parted, and the guy who was on his own, made a loud sneeze to the side as I walked through the circle. Another one was holding a beer slab under his arm, and then I heard a voice:
“… so that night she says to me, ‘what’s that lipstick on your top,’ and I say ‘that’s from my Nana,’ and then she stops…”
It was only once I’d passed them that the words filtered through my head via satellite, leaving me wondering, and hanging.
Why was there lipstick on his collar?
Was it really his Nana’s?
He sounded so convincing, with no hint of sarcasm or foolery…
but THERE WAS lipstick on his collar.
Hmmm. A good story-starter. You’re welcome 🙂
I hear some pretty interesting things when I’m out and about, and I don’t even try to eavesdrop in on other people’s stuff. Sometimes they are just so vocally forthcoming in letting the world know what is happening in their lives, you just can’t help but hear their conversations. I doubt I’m the only one privy to this phenomenon…
So today, in the first of this series, on a beautiful morning walk back to work with amazing coffee in hand, I hear:
“She wanted to fuck me/him so bad…”
What?!
Geez dude. I should have slowed down and listened to the juicy Jersey Shore-type convo between two smart-dressed young guys a little more…
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