A night at the opera
By Mary on Sunday, Jul 12, 2009 in a worthy ponder, report from the field
Overheard yesterday evening at Christy’s Country Store1, whilst purchasing certain occasional indulgences2:
Gent, to Cashier, in a tone of Confidence: That was my ex-wife, y’know. Just left. With that fella.
Cashier, to Gent: Oh re-ally? That planned?
Gent: Whaddya mean?
Cashier: She here cause you were?
Gent: Naw.
Cashier: She say hi?
Meaningful pause.
Gent: Yep.
Cashier: Well then.
Gent: Oh, I mean- she gimme a ride th’other day, so, you know.
Cashier: Okay.
Gent: But I tell you what, she did see me out with a girl, too.
Cashier: Oh, well. There ya go.
1“Christy’s coffee! It’s just like coffee, except made with sewage!”
2New magazines.
Hm. You know, if this politics thing doesn’t work out for you, I think you could lend an interesting and valuable perspective to the tourism industry.
Justin Russell | Jul 12, 2009 | Reply
Re: tourism, I was just telling someone the other day: I’ve set foot in Bar Harbor precisely twice in my life.
Christy’s Country Store, on t’other hand…
Mary | Jul 12, 2009 | Reply