I want to pay more attention to the incidental remarks people make since many times it’s where the literary fruit is…for instance.
My friends Ed and Evelyn were down south for her sister’s wedding. In an email I asked how things were going? Ed’s reply:
Great rehearsal and dinner afterwards. First one up this morning and found a mountain of cat poop in the foyer. Cat looks guilty as hell. Trying not to view this as an omen. Need caffeine and hand sanitizer.
I was exiting my building welcomed by a 2 year-old screaming at the top of his lungs. The mother, calm as can be said, “He’s just expressing himself.” On cue, the kid took his bottle and hurled it at her. “He’s got a great arm,” I said trying (unsuccessfully) not to laugh.
Two men were seated on the bench at the cafe below my house. One says to the other in a voice as if his balls were being squeezed, “Look at the cheeks on him.” (I also looked and they were indeed per-rit-tee nice).
I will say, sometimes there’s more poignancy than humor in a quick exchange, like when I overheard a woman at the library tell another member of the death of someone they both knew, and he said…
“You know what the poet Alan Ginsberg said when someone passes…light a candle, and keep on dancin.”
Gonna remember that one.