Which brings me, of course, to today’s topic, which came about as a result of unintentional eavesdropping in Penn Station on a Saturday night.
Bryan and I were waiting to order coffees at Dunkin Donuts on our way back home from a recent Phish show (sadly, one of the downsides to living in the ‘burbs means that our carriage turns into a pumpkin much earlier than we would like). A couple behind us was engaged in a very heated conversation. Apparently the girl was pissed that her boyfriend had gotten so drunk he never made it into the Phish show in the first place and she spent the night wandering the streets of NYC and trying to convince every cop in earshot that they HAD TO HELP HER FIND HIM! Because SHE HAS LAWYERS! And you know, because city cops have nothing better to do but to chase after a drunken boyfriend on a Saturday night.
Once Bryan and I grabbed our coffees and took leave, I turned to him and told him I wasn’t sure who to feel more sorry for: the girl who had to chase her boyfriend all over the city or the guy who essentially had his ass handed to him in a Dunkin in Penn Station.
In the end, I sided with the boyfriend.
I’m not entirely sure what the lawyers had to do with anything either, but there was a very collective and audible throat-clearing and shoe shuffling going on the moment she dropped the “L” bomb, because it appeared she was ready to sue New York’s finest and well, if you’re in the middle of midtown lamenting about how your guy ruined your birthday, you’re not going to get much sympathy (to put it mildly).
Also, correct me if I’m wrong, but it wasn’t that long ago that I myself was chasing this great band across America and well, either I’m getting old (GAH!) or the crowd going to these shows is getting increasingly younger.
Do you ever eavesdrop unintentionally (or intentionally) when you hear lovers quarrel?