overheard at the cafe—
She invited us over for an hour
and like, all she did was <muffled>
<tsk>
Right? I know she’s <murmur>
but come on, this is what
she <sniff>.
<chatter>
Yeah, what pisses me off
is that she won’t <scoff>
and I’m like,
Oooh myyy gaaaawwwdd
<cackle>
I know right? What a <bleep>.
© Nancy Botta, 2018
Rusted Honey 
Overheard conversations are literally the best thing about being in public. 🙂
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You’re spot on! At least for me, that’s true of overheard conversations — they seem like closed captioning. Nice observation.
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So funny. I try not to listen – much;) I don’t which I prefer: banal or mundane
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(don’t know which)
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