When I was a little girl, listening to other people’s phone conversations was considered one of the rudest things you could possibly do. Flash forward to today’s world, and most of the time listening to other people’s cell phone conversations is one of the most boring things you can do. Most of the time, anyway.
So I’m having eggs, pancakes and coffee at the local Mickey D’s, and I over heard a woman say “Yeah, I just got out of jail.” My ears perk up and I hear the following:
Yeah, but it was a bum rap. I wasn’t stalking him. (Pause)
No, I wasn’t. The judge said I couldn’t contact him. I didn’t. (Pause)
Sending my kids over to his place to talk to him is not contacting him (Pause)
Well, it wasn’t. I-did-not-have-any-contact-with-him. (Pause)
Listen, it’s all because of that bitch he’s living with. She convinced the judge to put me in jail for nothing. I didn’t do nothing. (Pause)
Well, they said I can’t contact him. They didn’t say anything about contacting her (Pause).
Look, once he sees how nice my kids are and what that bitch did, he’ll dump her, get her put in prison, and come live with me and my kids. (Pause)
Yes-he-will. She set me up, and I intend to get him back and put her in jail. Or send someone to take care of them both (Pause).
Well, some friend you turned out to be.
The talking stops, and I then realize the whole place is silent, listening to her.