Fair warning, people: If you’re going to sit right next to me and text at the movies, I’m going to peek over and see what you’re writing, in the hopes that it’s interesting. The other night, at “The Time Traveler’s Wife,” the woman next to me texted “i’m at time traveler screening cn i come to ur house after”. This was just before the movie started, so I didn’t say anything. She got a response during the movie and checked it, but I didn’t see it. I certainly hope she was able to come over (!), and that next time she writes something more poetic. Seen any good texts at the movies lately? I hope not.
I don’t think textdropping holds a candle to actual eavesdropping (now that’s a low-tech phrase, isn’t it? Considering that cellphones are like candles in dark theaters). Here, in case you’re wondering, is my absolute favorite overheard conversation fragment, which has given me no end of pleasure:
“If I tell them that I’m really a transvestite, then I have to explain why I stole the car.”
Seriously. I overheard this at the Toronto Film Festival, on the sidewalk. That sentence is a novel, or a movie (or both) in itself, isn’t it?