Monday, October 20, 2008

Overheard

OK, so I'm an inveterate eavesdropper. Not so much nosey as curious about the human condition. That's attainable from random conversations that don't include me--especially at flea markets. Here's one from Sunday.

Tall guy about 50, bluejeans jacket and overalls, two-inch salt and paprika beard, probably 6'3" tall, leans over the counter at the keymaker's booth, examines a gold-tone key and says, "Did I tell you I got married this morning, Frank?"

Frank looks up. "You gonna buy that key?"

"Uh, hadn't thought about it."

"Well put it down. Might scratch it. Don't want to sell damaged merchandise."

A man with ethics. Not much human warmth or concern, but plenty of ethics.

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