i promise i’m trying not to ease-drop in on anyone’s conversation but the young lady at the table next to me is verbally puking on the young man at her table concerning the science of reflexology. poor guy can’t get a word in edge-wise even if he wanted to. of course, i don’t think he really has a desire to say anything because he presently looks like a ‘deer caught in headlights.” anyhow i was tempted to break in when she announced that her reflexologist had told her that she was probably going to need a heart transplant in the next 10 years. i have decided to place my headphones on so that i am no longer tempted. i’m all for alternative medicine but telling someone to prepare for a heart transplant because of what you sensed while messaging his/her feet? i can’t go there.