eavesdropping

During my bus ride to work this morning, I chose to sit across a couple of caucasian expats. I gathered later on that the lady was American while the guy should be European based on his accent. I've seen them before in the same bus service. I've guessed they were colleagues or at least knew each other well enough, but that didn't turn out to be the case.

Distracted by the guy's louder than usual voice and distinct accent (It's not the adorable European one, but a rather irritating one -- I'm kind of guessing he's Italian) I ended up eavesdropping and picking up snippets of their conversation.

GIRL: I might just stay here for just a couple of months more then I fly home.
GUY: I've been here seven months and it flew by so fast.
GIRL: Yeah, I can't believe I've been here pretty much that long too.
(ME THINKING: What about me? I'm approaching two years!)

GUY: So when you fly back to the US you'll get to drive again?
GIRL: Ah yes! I miss having a car. I've been without a car for six years now. I'm so tired of public transport already. But the public transport here is quite neat.
(ME THINKING: I want my own car too!)

GUY: Musn't it be cheaper living in the US?
GIRL: Depends what city you're staying at. Of course it would be very expensive in New York or San Francisco where I would end up.
GUY: Will you live on your own in Vegas? (Where she will be moving, apparently.)
GIRL: I'll have my own place.
(ME THINKING: Lucky gal!)

GIRL: I have a friend who has been working after college for the same length I am, which is less than a year. And he has already bought himself a house in Las Vegas. I guess he's doing really well. In my current salary, it would still take me some time.
GUY: Salaries here in Singapore isn't that good huh?
GIRL: Depends on the profession. I have friends here who are doing really well.
(And I wasn't surprised when I found out later on she was in architecture. No wonder. She said she'd try getting a job from MGM, one of the contenders for the Singapore Casino.)

It was quite interesting listening to these people. I found out both of them had divorced parents. They weren't colleagues. They were of different nationalities. They must be staying in the same condo development, waited on the same bus stop, and rode the same bus. Lucky them, they actually make friends in the bus.

All these I gathered in a fifteen-minute bus ride.