Sunday, December 9, 2007

Overheard #2

“Shelley, he died about 45 minutes ago, and I’m on my way to New York right now, so I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I…I know. Shelley, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to get together a deli tray. Finest stuff we’ve got. First class. And I want you to go ahead and send it out to the house. Call the florist. I want lots of fresh cut flowers and send them out to the house. With the deli tray.”

-Birmingham, AL airport. Mid 60s, lavender colored, short-sleeved button down shirt. Penny loafers that are easy for security. Khaki pants. His belly is more like a big square box. I swear, it has sides and angles.

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