Eavesdropping

Well, not eavesdropping as such - I was doing my best not to listen to the conversation, but it was a little difficult given that the woman was talking rather loudly in quiet surroundings. The stationery section of WHSmith, to be precise.

So. Thusly ran one side of the strangest phone conversation I've ever overheard:

"So, did you get that stuff I sent you about the abortion clinic? . . . Yeah, it's appalling, isn't it - well, I think so, at least. [Mildly interesting so far, but not exactly out of the ordinary. However, her serious image was quickly dispelled by:] Ooh, what colour folder do you think I should get? [Some brief discussion about the relative merits of solid blue folders versus patterned pink ones.] Ooh, ooh, Hannah, did I tell you? I saw my first dead body the other day! [All other heads in the immediate vicinity turned towards her, although she was oblivious to the fact.] The face was all covered over, but you could still see it, and it was all stiff...

That being the point where I politely walked off so that she was out of earshot.