At Thirty Thousand Feet

Usually, I like a little eavesdropping in the course of my daily life. I'm a writer, and it's grist for the story mill. Except when it happens because the passenger next to me has a really crummy pair of earphones. And I get to hear not interesting conversations, but the SAME hip-hop song, over and over, or dialogue from TV shows I'm not watching. There better be some juicy conversations at Starbucks tomorrow.