Mignon asked about the plane conversation I overheard…
Well, I’m the biggest eavesdropper ever, but even knowing that, I didn’t start out listening to this. But I got sucked in.
I had an aisle seat. The woman beside me in the middle seat was with a friend who sat in the window seat. Window seat couldn’t stop herself from revealving the details of a six-month affair she’d been having. Until three weeks ago. She got busted.ÂÂ
I know details that would allow me to serve as her alibi for three Thursdays ago if I needed to. I couldn’t believe the way she was yapping about this. And in seconds, a plot was born. Thank you window seat lady!
By chance did you get her address? You should send her an autographed copy of when this gets published!
Wow, I totally didn’t know you were on the same plane as me last week! Just don’t use my real name, kay?
Thank you!
That reminds me – this weekend a friend and I were having a very graphic and frank discussion about sex as we were riding on a chair lift and on the run down I realized I could hear everything that was said on the lift. The sound seemed to bounce around the trees and snow, magnifying everything. But that’s a little different than having an extremely private conversation within 5 feet of 7 other strangers…
I know what you mean Mignon…but your situation was def. different. These women were INCHES from seven people!!! YOu’re a skiing machine.
I LOVE to eavesdrop! And, like you, much of the time I don’t even realize I’m doing it until I’m sucked in. That’s why I always have a notebook with me. If I look thoughtful, as if I’m thinking of something and writing from scratch, I can even get a few sentences down without people looking too suspicious.
Caryn, I know what you m ean. It’s rarely a purposeful act! But then, there I am, fully engaged…