We’ve all done it. We don’t mean to, or maybe we do, sometimes we just can’t help it. When we’re out and about, be it at a restaurant, at a bus stop, or on the bus, or even walking down the street with your husband on a Saturday afternoon in the Strip District. You can’t help but overhear snippets of conversation.

Some may call it eavesdropping. Personally, I think that’s a bit harsh. After all, you’re not trying to listen in to the conversation. At least not at first. But when you’re just cruising by and it falls into your ears, what are you to do?

Just a few weeks ago I heard a gem of a conversation. It feel into my unwitting auditory senses like a bit of manna from Heaven (okay, I’m exaggerating, but work with me here). As we walked by an outdoor bar area, there were two gentlemen engaged in a conversation. What they were talking about I do not know, how it ended I can only imagine. I just know that as I passed one gentlemen said to the other “All’s I know is this, Jimmy da Carrot was coming.”

Part of me wanted to turn around and find out just who ‘Jimmy da Carrot’ the was. Was he real? Was he imaginary? Is he a redheaded mafia boss. There seems to be a lot more of those around here (red heads not mafia bosses). The hamster was running overtime in it’s wheel. But I decided it was best to just let who Jimmy was go and keep moving on. After all, I don’t want a dirt nap with da Carrot.