“She’s coming in with her family. Next Saturday.”
“Oh nice! Where are you going for dinner?”
“Oh this place we always go. The youngest is 4. She didn’t want to upset the entire restaurant with a little boy running around.”
“O that is so considerate!”
pause.
“These? Sure, I’m not going to eat these.”

most people talk, very few listen. those who aren’t talking have earbuds stopping up their ears.

“There’s this kid and he’s, like, the smartest kid. I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up and he’s all ‘a nuclear physicist.’ I don’t even know what that is. His shower curtain is of the periodic table of elements? I KNOW!”

how does she know this young person? the distanced scorn makes him sounds like a nephew or half-brother. Or the son of a co-worker.

“Hey. Yeah. Yeah. Yup. Yeah ok call me back.”

I should stop compulsively pulling out my hair.