Notes Stolen from Conversations

I have misspelled my name at least four times since the age of twelve.

The paper airplane was high jacked by a stewardess out of uniform wearing only a shawl and a red bathrobe.

Did you find what you were looking for?
Plumbing supplies, you were right.

Everyone has to have a favorite number.
Not me.
But you must have had one at some point.
Why?
Because every one did when they were kids. Mine was three.
One.
Fine, then. One.

The ice is unnecessary but the water is absolutely essential.

It sounded metallic.
Things can’t sound metallic, they can look or feel or even taste metallic but not sound metallic.
You know what I mean. So what’s the difference?
Well, when you blabbing about this to the next guy, you’ll sound like an idiot.
Because I said it sounded metallic?

She never found out. Never. Love was swimming blind in shadows, love incognito.