eavesdropping.

Right now I am sitting in the student union playing solitare waiting for my class to start. A group of girls diverse in nationality just walked by and sat down about three feet from me. At first as I listened to their conversation I found it comical. Typical girl talk--clothes,shoes,hair,boys,blah blah blah. Then all of a sudden girl #1 (we'll call her sue) said that she wasn't allowed to wear the color blue. Weird. girl #2 (we'll call her mom--cause she acts like one) took that chance to tell Sue that gangs were a bad idea. How naive am I that the mention of a color doesn't trigger a gang in my brain? Mom proceeded to tell Sue that gang members may be the nicest people you have met in a while, but they will turn on you in a second. She explained that its so much better to be around people who make you work for their friendship and prove your loyalty rather than run with that croud. Girl #3 (lets call her Alice) just got a text message. "Find out what you are doing for Young Womens" she reads. Immediately I'm taken back. Young Womens??? This chick? I then immediately felt irrevokably guilty for judging her as a non YW going gal. They conversation between Sue, Mom, and Alice continued on about Mormonism and missionaries. From what I gathered, all of them had been contacted by missionaries, all of them were either adopted or in foster care, and none of them had accepted the message of the missionaries. Mom however deserved a hug or at least a high five for her comments. Alice asked the group if it was true that the Mormons were trying to make her mormon. Mom proceeded to explain that from what she knew about the Mormons, being mormon wasn't a bad thing. That Mormons were nice people who did nice things. Mom said to Sue it would do her a world of good to run with the mormons. The girls asked mom if she was Mormon to which she replied, "No I consider myself Christian." I was so sure she was Mormon! I am trying my best right now not to fall out of my chair as I strain to hear every single word. All the while arguing with myself whether to jump in and give them all a Mormon perspective or simply let Mom have the reigns... Ugh. They look scary, and one runs with gangs. I'll let mom take the reigns for now and see if I need to interject here soon...


Oh the convos you'll hear if only you try.