I’m writing this post while standing in line waiting to vote because inspiration struck. I am absolutely astounded at the number of people at the polls for early voting. You’d think this was another presidential election. It’s insane. There must be at least 75 people in this line and it’s not even lunchtime. The next bit of inspiration comes from the people waiting in line with me. If there’s one thing I love to do in a crowd like this it’s people watch and eavesdrop.
I adore eavesdropping. I’m pretty sure this passion started in my formative years being raised in a household full of adults and no other children. I was forever being told to “hush, the adults are talking” and “children are seen and not heard”. The only other thing to do when you can’t get a word in edgewise is to listen or watch the paint peel. The former is a lot more fun than the later. It’s interesting to hear what others have to say especially when they think no one is listening. I ALWAYS listen and there is plenty to be heard.
The biggest offenders are millennial aged women and old people. The next runners up are mothers of young children and middle aged men. Those last two groups love to have conversations on the phone while standing in line or walking around the store. I have actually heard one middle aged dude make some hanky panky plans for later while in the shampoo aisle at Target. Nothing every shocks me but I’m always a little amazed at the types of conversations people will have in public. I can’t quite understand their reasoning. Do they think that just because they aren’t near someone they know that it’s safe to talk about all manner of personal issues like the neighbor’s cancer, your child’s bout with lice or your ailing parents’ incontinence issues?
I keep thinking to myself one day just for kicks I will call someone out for the very loud, personal conversation they are having in public. But, doesn’t that make me just as guilty for listening? Ultimately I just keep my mouth shut. I have to hand it to some of these people, they sure do provide a lot of inspiration for this blog and serve as a catalyst for thinking. Maybe these dirty laundry airing folk are a gift from the universe. The universe’s way of saying, “I know your life is shit but at least it’s not that bad. Listen to what those people are saying about that poor sap.” I think I’ll just count my blessings.
P.S. – If anyone is interested, today’s offenders were a couple of old ladies. They were talking about all their friend’s ailments in great detail. Dementia, hemorrhoids and heart disease. You can’t make this stuff up people.
P.P.S. – If the government needs more people to listen in to conversations, I’m your girl. Just call me Alexa or Siri. I’ll even respond to Hey Google.