listening in
this week's been hectic, but i've got lots to share, so i'll try to update more later this weekend. for now, i have a confession to make: i am a restaurant eavesdropper! {shut up! don't look at me like that! seriously, it can't be helped}!
here's the deal: it's fun and pretty effortless, especially when you're sitting in a tiny eatery (or joint or watering hole or whatever you want to call it). i'm talkin' about the ones where the tables are stuck close together. you can't help but pick up bits and pieces (or sometimes the entirety) of some quite interesting conversations. my favorites are probably new couples on awkward first dates, and catty female college students. but the amusement certainly comes in all forms.
today at lunch, i sat next to two guys who looked to be about my age. one was talking about how confused he is with the direction of his career, and how badly he wants to feel settled and financially comfortable. from what i gathered, he's some sort of technical writer. his lunch companion, whom i deduced was some type of computer-related guy, suggested seeing a career counselor. (haha! little did they know they were sitting next to someone who is/was a career counselor)! he went on to say that his wife had forced him to see a career counselor, and he had reluctantly gone, but came out incredibly glad he had done so b/c she was so professional and knowledgeable. (hey--do you suppose any of my former clients have ever said that about me)? i wonder. hmm. anyway, his career counselor gave him the myers-briggs type indicator and he learned he was an "ENTP". then, they went on and talked about politics and their dislike of george w. bush.
sadly, the conversation came to an abrupt halt, and my eavesdropping ended thanks to kenny g. the local smooth jazz station, 107.5 was playing while i was there. towards the end of my lunch hour, a song by kenny g came on. one of the guys next to me blurted out,
"oh man, i can't stand this kenny g shit. fuckin' elevator music. what's this, smooth jazz shit station. that's it. fuck, let's get the hell out of here."
and that was that.
