cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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I was in there yesterday, thought of you, KM, and took a good hard look around. Targeting the aisles that contained Power Rangers, air fresheners, sun block, stationary items (i didn't need anything there, just like cruising the aisle), apple juice, and house plant fertilizer, i shamelessly eavesdropped on everyone i passed and checked them out with an eye toward their potential as people in a story.Originally posted by KillerMuffin (another thread, obviously)
Wallyhell.
First off... KM, you must get some awesome characters for your stories just from going to work and keeping your eyes open! What an assemblage of interesting and decidedly odd people that place holds!
Secondly, i heard the most amazing things, just from a little eavesdropping. For instance, while snatching some kind of launcher for balls from the hands of a (loudly) disappointed boy child, a woman told her 5th grade-looking daughter, "He can't have that, Anna! Grandma will throw us out on our butts if he breaks another window!"
In the air freshener’s aisle:
To a chagrined-looking woman, a man said angrily (i imagined), "No! I told you that one makes me feel like throwing up!"
In the apple juice aisle a woman stood chatting with another woman. As she moved her cart full 'o screaming children to let me pass, Woman #1 smiled at me a little apologetically and said, "I just let 'em scream. They'll take better naps that way."
Finally, in the fertilizer aisle, a man slid his hand onto his woman's ass while i browsed the nearby shelves. He saw me looking and smiled at me while he did the hand-on-ass thing. His companion got really still and flicked a look over at me. She then whispered in a sort of begging way, "Please don't. Please. Not here." THAT caught my attention, as you might imagine so i sidled a little closer and heard him reply, also in a whisper but his a little louder (for my benefit?), "It's good for you, baby. You gotta losen up a little." And then they walked off, his hand still plastered to her ass. It left me with some vague ideas for a non-consent (or exhibitionism) story percolating through my brain, to be honest.
My point?
I haven't considered cruising places like Wal-Mart for characters and color and snippets of real life conversation. I should have. KM must feel like the place is gold mine.
Where do you go for eavesdropping and to gather real-life people to rework into your stories? And, while we’re on the subject, what's the best thing you ever heard one person say to another in public situation while you were eavesdropping?