Funny Turn

The man at the check out next to mine at the supermarket last Saturday had a funny turn recently; I know that because I heard his wife telling someone. I was glad she wasn’t my wife; I wouldn’t like my funny turns to become public knowledge. For an habitual eavesdropper like me, supermarkets are good places to indulge the habit. Many is the time I have taken longer than necessary to come to a decision about which washing up liquid I most like the look of in order not to miss vital information being exchanged between chatting shoppers, mistakenly thinking they are having a private conversation.

I find women's conversations are the most interesting. Men usually just talk about work or sport, whereas women seem to be more interested in things of a personal nature. It can be quite an eye opener. I often wonder how many thousands of husbands there must be up and down the country under the delusion that their embarrassing medical conditions are family secrets.

If I see someone I know when I am shopping, I usually dodge down the next aisle in order to avoid them. I can’t see the attraction of prolonging my shopping trip by wasting time nattering, but I appreciate those who can.
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I can't do much about the shortage of men, molly, but I will do my best to hold my end up. grin
It was very enlightening. Wow.

There are meds, and you will thank me if you take them. Good luck. I am truly sorry I ruined your life in that early blog.
I was sitting on the station on the way home and I could help overhearing a conversation, or more properly a diatribe, from an elderly, deaf woman. Plainly, she didn't know how loud she was.

"...I put my all into ironing his shirts and he doesn't get just one t-shirt out of the draw he gets out a whole load and leaves them on the bed and doesn't put them back when he sleeps. She told me not to do it anymore so I don't. And he drops his shirts off the hanger in the wardrobe and leaves them there so I just iron the fronts. She said I shouldn't do it anymore, so I don't do it, I don't do it anymore. And I don't know what he does in his bed! (collective and simultaneous cringe from station full of commuters) He must have half a dozen women in there with him!"
Jac rolling on the floor laughing

If my son ever hears his momma talking loudly about him for all to hear, he’d prolly disown her! doh
That's exactly the sort of conversation I try to not be able to help overhearing, Jac. It's a shame the ones as good as that are so few and far between. sigh
You lead an exciting life Harbal. head banger
It's a mother's duty to embarrass her children by divulging the things they would rather be kept private, MiMi.

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I wouldn't say that, Miguel, but it is obviously interesting enough to make you want to keep an eye on me.
The checkout is normally pretty quiet when I get there, most shoppers are busy attending to the wounded I batter with my trolley grin
I just like all the drama your blogs attract harbal.
Those trolleys can deliver quite a painful jab to the Achilles tendon, Z, and great care must be taken if you are to get away with making it look accidental. grin
So do I, Miguel. thumbs up
Harb, nobody ever accused me of being subtle laugh
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