Feline Conversation

AN INTERESTING aspect of my new venture is that when I need to block out online distractions and just get some writing done, I can head  to the nearest Starbucks. There, I'm able to grab a good cup of coffee and, more importantly, avoid e-mail and the Web, since I can't bring myself to pay for Internet access outside my house. Whereas my previous coffeehouse experience was typically during the morning drive-time, when caffeine-starved professionals and college kids would snag their joe and scram on the double, now I plop myself down at all hours of the day and, in addition to work, people-watch and eavesdrop. (Yes, I realize this defeats the purpose of getting away from distractions.) Which is how I came to hear this gem today, courtesy a pair of middle-aged women discussing a piece in the Food section of this morning's Inquirer, one of whom said to the other, "There was an article in the paper today about two women who wrote a book about being thin. I hate them." (Insert obligatory meow reference here.)

Comments

[Steve]

One of the great eavesdropping lines I ever heard was while I was walking out of a showing of Casablanca at the Ritz (some sort of retrospective showing--it wasn't in the 1940s!). I only heard it and didn't see it, but one man behind me said, "I am absolutely in love with Ingrid Bergman." Another man replied, "You're gay, remember?" The first said, "In a platonic way."

[Chris Durso]

Steve-- Was this by any chance in 1992? The first time I ever saw Casablanca was in the spring/summer of '92, during the 50th-anniversary re-release, at the Ritz at the Bourse. Great movie, great experience. No gay eavesdropping, though.

[Tom Durso]

Ah, if only this site was still posting ...