I suppose it’s one of those things where you just have to keep on doing what you’re doing and just get through it. I had planned on a quiet lunch.
Some chicken noodle soup, an olive roll. Nothing too extravagant. Besides, my throat was bothering me and it was the only thing that sounded good.
When I got to the tables, there were a few people there. Not my favorite, I do prefer to be alone when I eat. I had to settle with a table that was comfortably between a couple of people on their lunch break.
I had taken a bite out of the olive roll and had a spoonful of soup, with a little bit of chicken on it when I started hearing part of the conversation on my right.
It wasn’t intentional eavesdropping, but there wasn’t any thing else for me to listen to. No incidental music. No traffic. No cleanup in aisle eight chatter of a normal grocery store. Continue reading