By this I mean conversations that took place in my mind, because they're not quite ready for live public consumption. I don't know if this will be a regular feature here at Brevity, but if it were, it would certainly be this blog's scariest regular feature.
Leaving an office building Monday afternoon, I saw a blue-suited investment banker type who looks remarkably like a former American Idol contestant. Seriously -- shaved head, facial hair, dark features, etc.
I of course said nothing. But, overheard in my head...
"Chris Daughtry! What are you doing here?"
"I'm not Chris Daughtry."
"Are you sure? You look just like him!"
"Yes, I'm sure. Jeez... I hate Chris Daughtry."
"Oh, don't say that, Chris. Self-loathing is very unbecoming."
Gray text for gray matter. Seemed appropriate.