elevator chat
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2011.02.18
One thing about being back in a land where you have basic fluency. You understand idle chatter.
In the elevator this afternoon, one woman said to her friend, "Ooo, he's got big feet."
"Just how you like 'em," says her friend without missing a beat.
Of course, understanding is not the same as having the wit to respond.