We park in the Employee Parking Lot for work and then ride a shuttle bus from the parking lot into the Portland International Airport. It's about a 10 minute drive. The employees on the bus range from flight attendants and pilots to customer service agents, TSA screeners, baggage handlers, Port of Portland employees, and mechanics. The buses can be crowded, as it was today on my back out to my car after my Long Beach turn. People are sardined in that thing like you wouldn't believe sometimes. So today I am next to some guy I don't know. And he's on his phone like the rest of the world. But his conversation was a bit extra loud and sparked my interest right off of the bat. I hate to stereotype but it just occurred to me that he was a bit on the effeminate side for the rough-and-tough job he had working on the ramp. His voice was a bit on the higher side and he had that definite spark that may signal light in the loafers in the right situation. So, here goes his conversation on his phone:
POSSIBLY LIGHT IN LOAFERS MAN: "Remember when you told me that you didn't think my fiance liked you?"
I heard the word "fiance" and had to look. I just had to. Fiance? Really? And then it was obvious that the person on the other end of the line didn't hear him well.....so he repeated the above question even more loudly a second time.
PLILM: "Yeah, well last night she said to me that you and I spend quite a bit of time together and she didn't think I should be spending so much time with you, Matt."
Matt? Now, I'm all ears and practically staring. I was using as much decorum as possible. I can be quite professional in the right situations but this wasn't one of them. I wanted to grab the dude by the scruff of the neck and ask him what side his bread was buttered on. Hope he gets that little 3-way arrangement worked out soon.....before the wedding. Because, believe me, things can get a little testy later on, if you know what I mean. Wives can be so not understanding in those sorts of situations.