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Eavesdropping at Starbucks

Posted on 16 February 2007 by DanielthePoet

I’m sitting here doing my work, and I can’t help but hear the conversation of the two middle-aged women sitting next to me. You’d think #1 was the smartest woman in the world, the way she doled out advice to #2. She did make a few interesting comments about the brilliance of some adolescents and young adults who are having a difficult time getting past their analytical natures when it comes to faith.

Then comes the obligatory husband complaint (he isn’t the same since the accident, you know). He’s thoughtless and rude when he plops down, changes the channel, and cranks up the volume while you answer the phone. How could he be so thoughtless?

Then there’s the crowd of pretty people by the front door. Fashionable, in their late 20s or early 30s. I’m not sitting close enough to hear what they’re saying. But all the men are riveted by the pretty girl’s story. Go figure. She must be an orator.

Back to #1 and #2. Now we’re discussing how men find their sense of identity in what they do more so than women. What’s funny is how serious the discussion is. Like we’re discussion top secret government information (which anyone could overhear).

I should be working. Darn. I really wanted to learn what makes men tick. I can hear the ticking sound echo through countless internal chambers, but I was hoping they would help me find the source.

“When the going gets tough, where do you go?” God, apparently. But their husbands apparently don’t. Can’t tell if they married non-believers or if they’re just casual believers. It really is difficult to measure a man by his wife’s running commentary.

More later, if it gets juicy…. or if I just get bored.

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