15 + 7 points
Eavesdrop by Sombrero Guy
January 3rd, 2009 1:00 PM
I have had this task stored up for a long time, awaiting a suitable opportunity. At breakfast time on New Year's day at The Griffin Inn, Yoxford, the perfect opportunity finally presented itself. On the table next to mine was a group of young adults. I remembered the piece that I could, and typed it up on Word at the next opportunity. We pick up the conversation at the point where I started to listen properly, and realise it was good material.
1st Man: God loves us all
2nd Man (Mark): …but questions the fashion sense of some.
1st Man: Like you?
Mark: Yes, like me.
Mark’s girlfriend: I can remember what he wore on our first date. It was brown brogues.
1st Man: That’s not so bad. Brown shoes are coming back in…
Mark’s girlfriend: And there were brown ‘music teacher’ corduroy trousers.
Mark: But I have corduroy trousers now and I’m told they’re not so bad.
1st Man: It’s all down to the thickness of the corduroy, and the cut. But seeing as he is a music teacher...
Mark’s girlfriend: And he had a white shirt…
1st Man: Oh, that’s OK
Mark’s girlfriend: …with two crocodiles embroidered on it…
1st Man: Ah.
Mark’s girlfriend: …one of them shooting the other.
1st Man: Were you dressing to impress?
*laughter*
Mark’s girlfriend: And underneath the shirt he was wearing a green t-shirt, so it kind of shone through. And his Dad’s waistcoat, which was sort of brown, and buttoned all the way up.
1st Man: You didn’t need all those layers. You must have been boiling.
Mark’s girlfriend: On top of all that he had a ski jacket. He was nineteen and the jacket must have been thirty.
*more laughter*
Mark: And the worst thing is that I thought I was making an effort!
1st Man: Well you were, in a way. I was wondering how you managed to compensate for the dress sense to secure the second date...
At this point what could have been a rather interesting elongated conversation began to descend back into normal, mundane stuff, which I didn't remember. There's only so much I can hold in my head (I didn't have any paper on me).
Although short, I thought this portion of chatter was deserving of its place as my praxis for this task.
1st Man: God loves us all
2nd Man (Mark): …but questions the fashion sense of some.
1st Man: Like you?
Mark: Yes, like me.
Mark’s girlfriend: I can remember what he wore on our first date. It was brown brogues.
1st Man: That’s not so bad. Brown shoes are coming back in…
Mark’s girlfriend: And there were brown ‘music teacher’ corduroy trousers.
Mark: But I have corduroy trousers now and I’m told they’re not so bad.
1st Man: It’s all down to the thickness of the corduroy, and the cut. But seeing as he is a music teacher...
Mark’s girlfriend: And he had a white shirt…
1st Man: Oh, that’s OK
Mark’s girlfriend: …with two crocodiles embroidered on it…
1st Man: Ah.
Mark’s girlfriend: …one of them shooting the other.
1st Man: Were you dressing to impress?
*laughter*
Mark’s girlfriend: And underneath the shirt he was wearing a green t-shirt, so it kind of shone through. And his Dad’s waistcoat, which was sort of brown, and buttoned all the way up.
1st Man: You didn’t need all those layers. You must have been boiling.
Mark’s girlfriend: On top of all that he had a ski jacket. He was nineteen and the jacket must have been thirty.
*more laughter*
Mark: And the worst thing is that I thought I was making an effort!
1st Man: Well you were, in a way. I was wondering how you managed to compensate for the dress sense to secure the second date...
At this point what could have been a rather interesting elongated conversation began to descend back into normal, mundane stuff, which I didn't remember. There's only so much I can hold in my head (I didn't have any paper on me).
Although short, I thought this portion of chatter was deserving of its place as my praxis for this task.
