I love my job:

Another hidden joy of sitting at the front desk is that people have entire conversations right in front of you, sometimes about people you know, like you’re deaf.

He: Have you heard from Danny lately?
She: Please.
He: Ohhhhh, that bad?
She: I mean, I love Danny to bits.
He: Danny’s a darling.
She: But you know how he is.
He: Oh, totally.
She: You know how he is with all of that.
He: Do I ever.
She: Don’t get me wrong; he’s a doll.
He: He’s just Danny.
She: Exactly.