He Said, She Heard: A Conversation in a Bar

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Yesterday I was in a bar in a British university city.  Craft beers, food not served on plates, wonkily-typeset menus with obsessive levels of detail about the coffee beans they use, you know the sort of place.  (That bar is no doubt currently telling a friend “Beard, waistcoat, Mary McCarthy novel in the pocket of a thrift-store tweed jacket, you know the sort of customer…”)  It was early evening and quiet, which meant I could hear the conversations going on at the bar, instead of the background hum I’d been hoping for.  A young woman came in and was greeted with enthusiasm by the barman.

“Hey!  You’re wearing the same jacket you had on this morning!”  She looked slightly surprised and he continued “You walked past the window this morning like you always do, and I was going to run after you down the street and say how good that…

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