Like before, some days I wish I could read lips. Resting at a stoplight yesterday, I watched the occupants of the car behind me in my rear-view mirror. They sit perfectly still, as all car occupants do.Then, the grandmotherly woman in the passenger seat points at my car (license plate?) and says a few things. The driver, a woman around my age, laughs and says something back. The two are silent again, sitting perfectly still, waiting for my discussion-provoking car to move.
..betcha he was
bitchin' 'bout the demise of
the Wal-Mart site.... -
"Huh?" --Laura,  11/29/2002 18:45:00
Oh to be deaf in the
springtime[smiley emoticon].
The ability to read lips might
be a wee bit of a fringe
benefit. Eavesdrop on
strangers at a noisy (well
lit?) bar. --busmun, 12/1/2002 01:46:41
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