Eaves Dropped

Giving my terrible hearing I can hardly eavesdrop effectively without sidling up to people until I brush there shoulders with mine. It think the poor couple at the museum was unsettled. So, here you are. What I could recall and record.

“It’s light enough to get home.”

Polite chuckle.

“We’re trying to make a drummer out of him.”

“They’ll love that.”

 

“I love it here.”

“What? It’s shite.”

“No! No, I love it here. New York is too crowded.”

“Yeah.”

 

“Where’re you from?”

“Canada.”

“Canada! Can I get a Canada?”

“Canada!”

“What’s it like in Canada?”

“It’s cool.”

“It’s cool! It’s really fucking cool, guys!”

 

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