“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Eavesdropping Over the Cubical Walls

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Nancy*: I'm looking for a mason.

Linda: A cooking one or a cleaning one?

(At this point there was about a 2 minute pause. I thought the conversation was over – unfortunately it was not.)

Nancy: No, I'm looking for a mason.

Linda: Oh, a real live one?

Nancy: Yeah, a live one is better than a dead one.

Linda: One of those guys with the funny hats?

(A short pause followed in which Nancy apparently decided to give up and start over.)

Nancy: I'm looking for a mason.

Linda: Oh, a guy who pours cement.

*Names changed to protect the innocent.

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At 9/16/2008 7:10 AM, Blogger Jeana wrote:

Could be the canning jar, they didn't cover that one.


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