I am inside the elevator. The doors start to close. I peek out and see three women walking toward me. “Going up?” I call out.
They say yes, and I hold the door for them. Once we’re all settled, and appropriate elevator buttons have been pushed, they pick up their conversation where they left off, the key line being:
“Yeah, the wedding is now May 8th. It’s the only date we could get the cathedral and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.”
What? Mental double-take. Ohh-kay. Just then we arrive at my floor, thus I don’t get to eavesdrop on the rest of the arrangements. Perhaps some things are best left unsaid, er, unoverheard.
Oh, I suppose I’ll try anything with a detached air of superiority, but hélas, good taste is a heavy burden when one must suffer the questionable judgment of others, n’est-ce pas? What does Lord Goring say in An Ideal Husband? “What is unfashionable is what other people wear. Just as vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.” That Oscar, what a dish.