big ears on the streets

"It’s very nice to see some of you people here tonight." pause "It’s horrific to see some of you other people," said Langhorne Slim. "Just kidding. It’s very nice to see all of you." Horrific.

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"Hi. How’s your boyfriend?"
"Good. How’s your husband?"
"Good."

Small-talk degenerates. I overheard this conversation while I was in a bathroom stall at work. Beyond the small-talk cloud-filler of mindlessly asking each other "how are ya/how you been/what’s up/how’s it going/et cetera," these two women asked each other about the well-being of people whom neither of them have ever met.

Hi. How’s Napoleon?
Good. How’s T-Rex?
Good.

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"If you read your paperwork…If you read your paperwork…If you read your paperwork…" Overheard from the office next door after I complained to my co-worker about doctors not following directions (which means I must follow tediously behind them with a pooper-scooper). Apparently nobody reads or follows directions. There is no rule or order.

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"I think he beats his wife." Overheard from the office next door, two hours after I had a conversation about wife-beaters, as in the attire, with my co-worker. Must be ribbed.

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Dear Athena, I love coconut. Please let that be the bellum-winner’s prize.

Dear Coconut, Every time you call my name I heat up like a burnin’ flame. Abra-abra-cadabra. I wanna reach out and grab ya.

Dear Flame, I think this inner-bellum needs a fire lit under its ass.