Open air


So I’m sitting at an open-air coffee shop in Pittsburgh’s Shadyside neighborhood, just drinking an iced latte, eavesdropping, and biding my time. Then I overhear this interchange:

Woman: I’m not going to hold your hand in the middle of the street, dear

Man: Yes you are, dear.

Woman: No, I’m not.

Man: Shut the hell up, dear.

Isn’t that sweet?


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