Dear Diary:
I got on a crosstown bus and took one of the single seats along the side. I realized I was sitting in front of a woman I knew casually.
She proceeded to tell me in a loud, clear voice that she was on her way to the doctor for pre-surgical clearance and explained in detail what was the matter.
She stopped talking to me when she got a phone call. She started to repeat everything she had just told me to whoever she was talking to.
A woman sitting in front of me turned around.
“Should I send a card?” she asked.
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