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This evening I got on the blue line at Monroe and noticed two interesting-looking women sitting towards the middle of the car. They had a gothy-wicca look to them and one of them was carrying a Myopic Books bag on her lap. I stood next to them and glanced down, trying to piece together their lives by what they were wearing and carrying.
A seat opened up right in front of them at Washington, so I plopped down in it, pulled out my book, and began eavesdropping.
Shortly before Division I noticed that their conversation had come to a halt. I hadn't heard them leave, so I couldn't imagine why they had stopped talking.
As we pulled out of Division, I tried to glance behind me to see what had happened to them. Subtlety is not my strong suit, so my glance was more of a full turn, coming face to face with the two of them, who were looking straight at me. I blushed and swiftly turned back to my book, hearing one of them whisper to the other, "jeez, that was embarassing".
"You're telling me", I thought, mortified that I had just been caught red-handed using the whole book-as-prop-for-transit-eavesdropping trick.
Just after we left Damen, I heard a quiet, "excuse me?" from the seat behind me.
I slowly turned around again.
"Yes?"
"We really want to know, what book are you reading?"
"Only Revolutions. You know House of Leaves? It's by the same guy who wrote that, Mark Danielewski"
"Ok, thanks!"
They both giggled, grabbed their belongings, and shuffled towards the door.
I smiled the whole way home, comforted that I'm not the only one that takes an all-too-active interest in those around me.
A seat opened up right in front of them at Washington, so I plopped down in it, pulled out my book, and began eavesdropping.
Shortly before Division I noticed that their conversation had come to a halt. I hadn't heard them leave, so I couldn't imagine why they had stopped talking.
As we pulled out of Division, I tried to glance behind me to see what had happened to them. Subtlety is not my strong suit, so my glance was more of a full turn, coming face to face with the two of them, who were looking straight at me. I blushed and swiftly turned back to my book, hearing one of them whisper to the other, "jeez, that was embarassing".
"You're telling me", I thought, mortified that I had just been caught red-handed using the whole book-as-prop-for-transit-eavesdropping trick.
Just after we left Damen, I heard a quiet, "excuse me?" from the seat behind me.
I slowly turned around again.
"Yes?"
"We really want to know, what book are you reading?"
"Only Revolutions. You know House of Leaves? It's by the same guy who wrote that, Mark Danielewski"
"Ok, thanks!"
They both giggled, grabbed their belongings, and shuffled towards the door.
I smiled the whole way home, comforted that I'm not the only one that takes an all-too-active interest in those around me.