Overheard in the Terminal
Woman: heavy set Russian woman, early to mid 50’s; O’Hare employee
Man: tall, late 30’s; O’Hare employee
Woman: “She make dat face (scrunches face tightly)… you feel like slapping her! How she make you feel?”
Man (visibly uncomfortable): “Well… uh. Did you ever talk to her about this?”
Woman: “Talk?! How I am talking to her when she making dat face?”
Man (looking at watch and around terminal): “Well… uh. I’ll see what I can do. But you’ve got to talk to her.”
Woman (throws hands up in air): “Yeah, sure.”
Filed under: General on May 19th, 2005
May 19th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
I’ve read and re-read this, and it still makes no sense to me. What does it all mean?
May 19th, 2005 at 5:21 pm
My alter ego is Harriet the Spy, so I pay attention to bizarre conversations in elevators and airport terminals. Stick around. Things get curiouser and curiouser the longer you’re here.
May 19th, 2005 at 7:53 pm
You would have enjoyed overhearing an encounter between me and the girl working at the TCBY in the St. Louis airport. She yelled at me because I didn’t respond fast enough to whether I wanted plain or peanut M&Ms. And then the girl working at the Pizza Hut next to TCBY told a man to shut the F up because his complaining wouldn’t make his pepperoni pizza cook any f-ing longer.
Good times had by all. I encourage you to visit there one day for some good material (not that your captured conversations aren’t enjoyable!).
May 19th, 2005 at 8:40 pm
Hmmm, I wonder how many people in the Chicago area are posting overheard conversations on their blogs that go something like this:
“So I’m in a jug band” or
“I have bruises from playing the spoons!” or
“I hope my nickname is Peaches!”
May 23rd, 2005 at 11:00 am
You sure seem to spend a lot of time in the terminal… and you hardly ever travel.
There are sadder, lonelier hobbies than wandering O’Hare with a recorder and notepad, but … no, wait, actually there aren’t.
May 23rd, 2005 at 12:49 pm
H: Boy, you’ve got some nerve coming here and telling me I’m sad and lonely. I can think of LOTS of hobbies more pathetic than hanging out in an airport terminal taking notes. Like, how about riding the elevator for no other reason than to overhear a conversation?
Or how about this – what about going to a website and reading about someone else who hangs out at airport terminals? Huh? How ’bout that? Wait. No… don’t go! I didn’t mean it! Come back, Hap!