While at Starbucks writing a damage control email between meetings, I had the girl across the table from me read my email to make sure it wasn't too offensive. She said it seemed fine, but didn't say much else. A few moments later she began skyping... first language is definitely not english.
Then the middle-aged couple who've been talking about his frustration with his kids from his first marriage not visiting him in prison began making out.
Sometimes, I wish I was less attentive to my surroundings.
Luckily the guy at the next table is shaking his head with me and I'm picking up stories left and right.
Only 49 more minutes to try to focus on my work until my next meeting. Woo!