Overheard XX

17 May 2007 at 14:39 Leave a comment

Midnight last night outside our window (people do live around here you know):

Guy and girl. She sounds tipsy and cranky. He’s either fine or handling it better.

First thing I hear is the guy:

“Oh. So this is what you mean by one of your temper tantrums.”

Sigh. Thanks, buddy. Your little bit of insensitivity and all of us are in for half an hour of ranting. He got so tired listening to it (after he’d given up trying to shush her and convince her to leave) that he sat down on someone’s steps.

“You [murmur murmur murmur] and I [murmur murmur] and that makes me the asshole!” And she stops her foot (sounded like a wooden heel).

The “and that makes me the asshole” was a refrain repeated at the end of most sentences thereafter.

Yes, I guess it does.

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 4 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 4 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 4 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 5 years ago

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I am a misanthrope. No one ever believes me, but this seems to prove my point.

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