Slogging ‘round the lazy river at the recreation center, I was entertained by the snippets of conversation overheard as I passed other water walkers.
“Those wine glasses are $125 each.” “She wasn’t at the garbage bin.” “You have to claim what you want.” “The walk-in shower wasn’t big enough.” “They just go to the same place every time.” “Well, I’m no angel.” “When I bought my Daddy’s cabin…”
You can certainly make a good story from any of the lines, causing me to wonder if people realize how much of what they say worms its way into other people’s ears? And how many stories are concocted by overheard conversation?
I would have bored them all with squirrel details, but we were walking in opposite directions. Which, now that I’ve managed to get the squirrels back into the diatribe, we still have not captured the wily third one, who has once again stolen the bait and escaped. The sad thing is, two of the creatures made their way into my sweet dreams last night. Maybe that’s why I was so tired today? Chasing squirrels. I have got to get a new hobby.