A Conversation Overheard

                Yesterday, I found myself strategically placed in a new North Pole coffee shop called Leaf and Bean. From my perch I was able to use my parents as a front and eavesdrop on the rather loud baristas. It was about eight on a Wednesday evening and they were getting ready to close up shop soon. The conversation I overheard went something like this:

“What’s wrong with you?! Oh my gosh! You are horrible”

“What? Why?”

Laughing

“Will you put that back in the fridge for me?”

                As this was no ordinary coffee shop, they were not conversing as to normal objects to place in the fridge. The one was, of course, telling the other to put the dead body back into the fridge. It wouldn’t do to let it sit out all night, for then it would begin to smell and they would be discovered. However they felt comfortable discussing they’re issue while members of the general public were present for they were sure that every normal person would assume that the conversation was about the milk.

                The events that had transpired earlier that evening had been rather traumatic for one poor soul in particular. His name had been Fernando. He traveled up to Alaska as a small boy and decided to move here when he grew up, if that is what one would call it for Fernando was a midget and had not grown since the fifth grade. Upon arriving in this fair state Fernando met a wonderful girl. She did not care about his height and always said it was the inside that mattered anyways. They quickly became fast friends and even more. One night, Wednesday to be exact, she invited Fernando to the coffee shop where she worked for a cup of Joe with just the two of them. This was the best, and last, coffee that Fernando would ever drink.

Dear Fernando forgot to ask his girl why she was a barista living in a mansion. As it turns out, it is only the inside that mattered to her and, as there are many sick midgets in the world, Fernando’s organs would go for more than enough to pay her heating bill. As she put the chloroform over his face he looked so peaceful and breathed his last. Her break ended and customers were soon to arrive. With no other suitable storage area, the clever barista stored his body in the fridge and it fit just perfectly. This brings us to the earlier discussed conversation that I overheard when her partner discovered Fernando’s body.

This conversation is obviously out of context as it had been directed at the milk, although it could have been directed at replacing a dead body that had fallen out. This is rather misconstrued and a little farfetched.  We should be concerned with context because out of a proper context, the baristas should be in jail, however in the correct context the milk won’t spoil. This is a huge difference. Context gives us place and background about what is being discussed and why. All of these things affect the meaning of the words themselves.