Down the Hall on Your Left

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I Heard What You Said

I WISH TO MAKE A CONFESSION. I am an eavesdropper. I may look like I’m totally focused on the book in front of me or this blank page as I write, but I also have an ear turned to the world around me. I listen in on what other people are saying and I hear some incredibly inane interesting things sometimes.

Listening in is how I am able to do blog posts like that one from last week about the Real Estate mavens at the next table. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I’m a “Listening Tom.”

Much of what I hear surreptitiously is pretty dumb.

“So I said, ‘Go ahead and kiss him if you want to. He’s your horse.’”

I have heard people say things I wish I hadn’t heard – people sharing tragic events in their lives or an immense sadness. When it is like that I get out my earbuds and plug in some music. Fortunately those moments are rare.

 Once, several years ago I did hear two idiots discussing their plan to rob a store. Like I said, they were idiots. I heard all of their details about where and when the robbery was going down. I knew the store they were planning to hit so I called them and gave the manager all the details. I heard later that the two dummies got about a foot inside the store before they were chewing the carpet.

Ninety-nine percent of what I overhear is just plain silly – bits and pieces out of context snatched from the din. It is like mishearing the lyrics from a song on the radio. Who can forget that Creedence Clearwater hit “There’s a Bathroom on the Right,” or the lyrics to “Louie, Louie” by the Kingsmen. Y’know, I still think they recorded that while trying to swallow a pair of sweatsocks. It was virtually unintelligible so everybody made up their own lyrics.

Just last week I heard something that almost made me drop my fork. My wife, the lovely and articulate, Dawn, and I were having lunch with our son Alex. They were tinkering with a Kindle, looking at something Dawn had downloaded when I heard Dawn say, “Why is that dog dressed like a nun?”

I asked for clarification on that one. Did I hear that correctly? Had I misheard her? Was that a “Louie, Louie” moment? No, that was exactly what she had said. “Why is that dog dressed like a nun?” I didn’t inquire any deeper. My only reaction was to try to contribute to the conversation. I said, “Oh, that must be Sister Mary Fido.”

I felt that I could get away with that because I went 8 years to Catholic Grade School with nuns everywhere as teachers and keepers. We made up worse names than Sister Mary Fido for them.

I think that one of these days I’m going to put together a story composed entirely of misheard eaves droppings. It might be quite interesting or it might end up as completely incoherent – like much of the other stories I write!

God gave me two ears and only one mouth, so I figure I should listen twice as much as I talk. At least I use that as my justification for eavesdropping the way that I do.

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10 thoughts on “I Heard What You Said

  1. Hilbob on said:

    next dog we have “Sister Mary Fido” sounds really good

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  2. I rolled upon reading “sister Mary Fido”……..

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  3. Even on my darkest days, you bring me a chuckle.


  4. This is a winner, John. My laugh-o-meter told me so. 😂

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  5. But I still don’t know why that dog was dressed like a nun!


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