Here are bits of conversations I overheard and things I saw while out dining and shopping; along with the things I wanted to say, but didn’t.
at Chuy’s around 2:30 PM on 10/5/19: from a young woman sitting at the table behind me
“I’m a Libra and I’m totally everything my sign says about me. It’s scary how accurate it is. Only I was born on the cusp, the 23rd. That means I share with another zodiac sign. Cancer. I don’t know anything about Cancer. I think I should read up on that.”
It took everything within my power not to turn around and correct the young woman who was part of a large group. Yes, I might have embarrassed her — but Libra is nestled between Virgo and Scorpio on the zodiac. So she does not have a birthday that’s on the cusp of Libra and Cancer. Cancer sits between Gemini and Leo. And yes, Libra Girl’s right. If she’s going to spout stuff as though it were fact, she should read and retain a little more first. Get your basic facts right, Libra Girl!
A woman making a commotion at a different table in the same crowded restaurant also got my attention.
I saw it as she pulled it out of her enchiladas and stared at it — a long strand of hair covered in chili. Gross.
I winced. No, it wasn’t a string of melty cheese even though that’s what her waiter was hoping it was after she got his attention. He finally took the offensive plate of food away. The drama killed her appetite. Mine too; so I gave my second taco to David who was oblivious to what was happening. He was turned away from the action and was listening to his radio while eating, his earbud tucked discreetly in his right ear with the wire stretched all the way to his pants pocket where his handheld radio was hidden.
Except now I needed dessert — tres leches cake — which I ordered instead of a drink. I know…but we weren’t drinking during our late lunch because we had other errands to run afterward. So dessert was my only other choice, which I desperately needed after listening to Libra girl and watching hair-in-her-food woman. I wanted to say something snarky when ordering like “and hold the hair, please,” but I know better than to ever do anything that foolish. I’m glad the waiter was kind enough to bring dessert out hair free.
at Target around 4 PM on an aisle in the pharmacy section looking for Tagamet.
“…and Ted Bundy kills women.”
That was the portion of conversation I overheard from the middle-aged woman talking on her phone as I passed by her on the aisle. Of course at that point, I wanted to stop and just listen. But that would have been rude and, obviously, it was none of my business; so I took my sweet time meandering close by and looking at stuff I didn’t need or want. Don’t ask me why, but I got the impression that this woman has a teddy bear named Ted Bundy. Wish I could verify this because serial killer Ted Bundy has been dead for over 30 years.
Of course, if I’d heard her say that Ted Bundy “killed,” I wouldn’t be so disturbed and mystified. Why’s she gotta use the present and plural tense of “kill” regarding Ted Bundy, though? WTF kind of teddy bear does this woman own? WTF kind of woman names her stuffed animal after a serial killer? Why does she even own a teddy bear? Also, how the hell does he kill women? So many questions and all of a sudden, I was too shy to ask any of them.
I passed by her again as I was leaving the pharmacy section, Tagamet in hand. She was in a deep, whispered conversation with a woman. They looked serious. I wanted to yell at this other woman, “Run! Run away before it’s too late! And for God’s sake, no matter what, don’t tell her she has an adorable teddy bear!”
It was an interesting day. I need to get out of the house more often. And a stiff drink when I get home.
PS ~ Music for Ted —