Several months ago I overheard a mboile phone conversation . I wasn’t eavesdropping – honest – I was wearing headphones but the girl/woman talking was quite loud.
GIRL ON PHONE: Hey has she left yet? (PAUSE) Excellent, I’m at the station now. (PAUSE) Well I’ll get off here and come over. (PAUSE) So we can shag. (PAUSE) I’ll be gone before she gets back. Laughter (and many raised eyebrows from other commuters).
Not much imagination needed here to realise what’s going on. (oh and she actually did say “SHAG”!!!!
Same girl was on the train last week, seated next to a ‘friend’.
FRIEND: I think “husband’s name” is seeing someone else.
GIRL: Oh really? Why do you think that?
FRIEND: Oh You know, just a feeling, some funny stuff happening.
GIRL: Like what?
FRIEND: He goes to Bunnings ALOT. Comes home with nothing saying they didn’t have what he needed. I think that’s weird.
GIRL: Perhaps Bunnings doesnt have what he needed. Really!
FRIEND: He’s done it before…with a friend of mine.
The alighted at the same station.
There was more, but I felt bad for listening (as did a heap of others close by) so I turned up the volume. I found the whole conversation a little uncomfortable.
The ‘friend’ was obviously looking for support but got none.
I think THAT”S weird!
What I also think is kind of strange is that people obviously don’t care who is listening. Or, is it that we just think that others are so engrossed in their crossword, sudoku or knitting that what we say doesn’t register?
Over the years i’ve been privy to medication regimes, fitness programs, family squabbles, lovers’ tiffs, parental wars, you name it. Gone are the days I think where a private life is just that…private. Remember Mrs Jessup (The Sullivans!) who knew everything about everybody in the street? I feel a little like her, although I don’t go purposefully looking for gossip, other commuters are quite happy to share their private lives with me, of and perhaps 150 others!
Like sands through the hourglass…