Friday, May 28 2004
Yesterday I was at the diner having lunch at a booth in the back. I think that’s my favorite part about diners, aside from the fact that I can get an omelette with lettuce tomato and russian dressing on the side, which for some reason I am obsessed with eating right now, my favorite part is that they have these plush booths to enhance your dining experience. Anyway, at the booth in front of us sat four people, 2 men and 2 women, and they were enjoying idle chatter. In the midst of all their babble, I distinctly heard them utter the phrase Toys in Babeland. a place that I am deeply emotionally vested in; and my ears went batty.
This is what I heard - it was a conversation between the 2 girls, who, for purposes of this piece are named 1 and 2 - aren’t I clever?
1: “My favorite place to eavesdrop on a conversation* is Toys in Babeland. They have the best conversations, like when you hear them talking about how to find the G-Spot or how to play with your vibrator.”
2: “Plus they are all so good looking. Yeah, the employees there are definitely hot.”
*Apparently my favorite place to eavesdrop on a conversation is in a diner.
I wanted to run up and hug them and thank them and kiss them and rub them…okay, no I didn’t want to rub them, I just got carried away there…
But I felt damn sexy for that one minute..and they didn’t even know I was there.
Just a reminder, you never know who could be lurking in the shadows..
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