So... Eavesdropping, Am I Right?

Some say it's shameful, but I say it's just life--eavesdropping happens whether you mean to or not, especially when in close quarters with someone else's conversation.

So, confession. I'm a very curious person and I delight in getting to know the interesting and less-obvious things about people. Eavesdropping is one of the ways I learn amazing, funny, and curious things about individuals I will most likely never see again. The problem though? Eavesdropping is like eating really sugary cereal. After eating one bowl, you just want another and another and another. Overhearing a conversation always makes me hungry for what they were going to say next.

A few things I've heard this week...

GROCERY ISLE:
Youth #1: "Umm, Brad, what are you doing?"
Youth #2: "Buying Poptarts man."
Youth #1: "Dude, Betos, and now this? Do you know how many calories are in those things?"
Youth #2: "Yeah. But they're good."
Youth #1: "Aw, I thought we were in this together man!"

CAMPUS COURT:
Young Lady: "Fortnight? What?"
Young Man: "You know, as in two weeks?"
Young Lady: "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

MAILROOM:
Young Man: "So my brother's in Peru, and he was all like 'I'm dying down here man, send me some puzzles!' So I'm like fine whatever, and I thought if I'm sending one I may as well send a buttload to him. So he's got like Perplexus and Bananagrams in here..."

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