Overheard

T: They love me here. Don't you think they love me? Don't you think they would rather look at me than all these basketball players?

G: Yes, definitely. Honey, I really don't want to eat nachos. They are gross.

T: I think most people have forgotten what happened. Don't you, Giselle? You're not still thinking about it, are you?

G: About what, darling? The Super Bowl loss?

T: OOOOh, can you keep your voice down, please?

G: I don't want popcorn either. I get little pieces of it in my teeth. My teeth are expensive, darling.

T: Well, if we come to this game against Detroit, we won't have to come to any potential championship game. They'll never win anyway.

T: You don't think people are talking about it here, do you?

G: About what, darling? My dress? Whether I will fall?

T: No. About you know.

G: This is New York, sweetie. They are happy you lost.

T: OUCH, that's harsh, Giselle. "Lost" is a cruel word.

G: Well, what would you call it, my sweet? You are the only, how do you say, weak link in the perfect storm in Boston?

T: Perfect season, not perfect storm. And it was almost a perfect season. And we shouldn't have lost.

G: No one is saying it was your fault, lover. It is just that all the other teams were winners. Please I don't want to eat onion rings.

G: My feet are killing me, darling. Can you go a little slower?

T: Do you think these people are thinking about it?

G: Oh my darling, I think we should stay home. But I don't like the cooking shows. Okay?

Another precious June day, dear reader. Enjoy.

A bientot

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