I'm not normally a proponent of eavesdropping, but sometimes you just can't help it. People are carrying on personal conversations mere feet away from you, usually in a loud voice.
While getting my hair cut and highlighted (a 2 hour odyssey), I overheard some interesting conversations this afternoon.
The man on one side of me asked his stylist if she had seen his new sports car. He went on and on for about 10 minutes on how fast it was, how hot it was, and the fact that he had a 5-point harness replace the seatbelt just to be safe when he goes so fast. The stylist finally asked him what kind of car it was, and he said:
Dodge Neon. Hmmmm.
The woman on the other side of me was telling her stylist that she had spent the morning making miniature pies. The stylist asked her why and she replied that her daughter likes to stage pie fights with her American Girl Dolls. Hmmmm.
The woman behind me was also getting her hair highlighted and cut and the whole time she was telling her stylist about the affair she's been having with her old highschool flame. Apparently she saw him at a class reunion in April and has been carrying on ever since. Hmmmm.
I swear I do not live in the town of Stepford. It's actually quite normal. There just happened to be a few "interesting" people there today.
While getting my hair cut and highlighted (a 2 hour odyssey), I overheard some interesting conversations this afternoon.
The man on one side of me asked his stylist if she had seen his new sports car. He went on and on for about 10 minutes on how fast it was, how hot it was, and the fact that he had a 5-point harness replace the seatbelt just to be safe when he goes so fast. The stylist finally asked him what kind of car it was, and he said:
Dodge Neon. Hmmmm.
The woman on the other side of me was telling her stylist that she had spent the morning making miniature pies. The stylist asked her why and she replied that her daughter likes to stage pie fights with her American Girl Dolls. Hmmmm.
The woman behind me was also getting her hair highlighted and cut and the whole time she was telling her stylist about the affair she's been having with her old highschool flame. Apparently she saw him at a class reunion in April and has been carrying on ever since. Hmmmm.
I swear I do not live in the town of Stepford. It's actually quite normal. There just happened to be a few "interesting" people there today.