Overheard - a stream of consciousness

I find that when walking with a sleeping baby many other sounds become more apparent, including the stray pieces of conversation that you overhear while walking through a crowd. Sometimes it's just a word or two, others it's a little more. For some reason today -actually, because I overheard a great opening line - I decided to pause and jot down whatever snippets I heard clearly above the din while walking 3 blocks on West Georgia. Each snippet from one person ends with ... and then the next begins.

So then he says... we cannot... to catch the bus... {Indian}... might go for a walk to get some fresh air... really can't blame 'em... yeah, yeah, that's what we keep telling ya... unless he's the one leaking sort of... {Korean}... and then I guess we all heard the same news... she's connecting and he's getting on the same flight... after... in the bar... one eighteen... oh, thanks... you are maturing and your skin is asking for a bit more. it's not that you're not a young lady... code eighty nine, level one... cancel eighty nine.

What I was struck by was the fact that this hangs together fairly well! It's exactly what I heard, in the order I heard it. Strange...