Sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for traffic to clear (and for clear assurances that driving into Boston will be worthwhile today). The woman at the table next to me is growing steadily more and more irate as she tells the story of her ongoing family feud over grandmother’s jewelry. Finally I remembered that I have headphones. All her irate negativity vanished in a sweet cloud of cello music.
Still, her head is rocking back and forth as she gripes. Small chipping noises penetrate the sonata. Chip chip chip. Like a bird. Faster and faster.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Thank goodness for headphones.
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