the way we eavesdrop now
Last early evening, I was coming home and noticed that a (now former, I think) Real Housewife of New York was standing and having a phone conversation on the street just outside my door. I walked into my apartment and over to my window overlooking the street, which was open. From my perch one floor above, I could see her entire face and hear every single word of her conversation (which was about an elliptical machine and other machines at the gym), yet she could not see me.
It took me only eight or so seconds to lose interest and wander into another room. Yet I watch the show! I think it’s similar to that thing when someone butt dials you and leaves a long voicemail and you can hear them talking but the second you realize they’re not going to mention you, you hang up. The second I realized the conversation was going to be mundane, not scandalous or meant as entertainment, I walked away. Anyway, weird. (It was the blond one that everyone in Cobble Hill sees every day.)
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