The following is a “next-booth” conversation overheard at the McDonald’s restaurant in Hempstead, Texas. It is not word for word since taking notes while eavesdropping is considered bad form.
The conversation was between two ladies who were discussing the untimely demise of a mutual friend.
“Shot him down like a dog. All over some stuff.”
“Yeah, a computer and a TV. It just ain’t right. He wasn’t trying to hurt anybody.”
“J.T. was a good dude. He was just doing his thing to try and feed his babies. Nobody would give him a job because of his record.”
“I know. I mean, what’s he supposed to do? You don’t shoot somebody over stuff.”
“Ain’t that why they have insurance? Let the dude take the stuff and let the insurance pay for it.”
“Now those babies don’t have a daddy and the guy that shot him, they ain’t going to do anything to him. He killed J.T. dead and he gets to walk away.”
“The system’s all messed up, that’s all I can say.”
It was at this juncture that one of the ladies noticed my interest, they both gave me the “glare” and I picked up my crumpled wrappings and left. I suppose that my point, if there even is one, is that this short overheard conversation points to a plethora of societal ills, ones that could make for hours of discussion. But that’s subject matter for several other posts.