Conversation at the airport
Last Thursday it was a complete zoo at the Delta Shuttle terminal in New York. The Marine Air terminal is a good place to wait out 30 minutes, but awful for 4 hours. So I was sitting there from 5 to 9, and at one point, while I was sweating in my dark blue sports coat with white shirt and tan dress slacks, a young lady took the seat next to me. She was probably in her early 30s, maybe late 20s, conservatively dressed but funky eye glasses, like Elvis Costello glasses, artsy type dressed for day travel. I was reading the paper and I heard the following conversation, without hearing the other person on the phone.
Lady: Hi…yeah…waiting for my flight…its delayed…not sure.
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Lady: Today, Jill and I were getting coffee by the office and Bubble came up to us on the street and said he just ate an entire bag of pretzel rods and was heading to 88th to walk it off.
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Lady: We were on 66th.
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