Writing in a coffee shop, listening to others is my new entertainment. The cops to my right are pissed. You have to listen closely; they probably went to a class called “How to control yourself in public and keep your name out of the paper.” The young couple two tables away is somewhere between getting engaged and breaking up. Bet the outcome depends on who wins this argument. The café owner is on the phone, jawing about the outrageous price she pays for coffee.
Eavesdropping is fun, until I notice that the guy behind me is reading this over my shoulder.