Sunday, September 04, 2005

What is for sale?

[So yesterday the Orowheat driver told me a snippet of conversation he heard in the Marina Safeway as a woman on a cell phone walked down the aisle:
...I'm glad you're alive, but I'm just not buying your lies anymore...

He said that's the start of a novel—not sure why he told me, but I know why I'm passing it on.]

2 comments:

Daniel Heath said...

so you fraternize with drivers of other kinds of bread? sweet!

that is a hell of a first line. I put it in my place I go when I'm out of ideas...

Bones said...

If it was me in the Orowheat company polo, I would have rolled my trays after that chick to hear more of the conversation.

How could you not?