There are moments when the pieces of conversation are less exciting than the theories about the conversation. Tonight at Ladro is definitely one of those moments. There is white guy probably in his mid-to-late 40s and he's on his cell phone with a simple day planner and a giant cup of tea and he became far more fascinating when I heard "I have pocket knives in my car." It sounds like he's doing some sort of business deal. Could he be supplying the Russian Mafia in Seattle with weapons? Because seriously if you don't need them for illicit purposes, why is there a conversation on a cell phone in a coffee shop at 8:15 at night about pocket knives.
I know I have no idea.
They may be all we get - the music got turned on louder and the only other people here tonight are her alone. I could eavesdrop on my own conversations with my study buddy, but really that's not nearly as fun.
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