By Chuck Woodbury
I sometimes eavesdrop on other people’s conversations. It’s not that I intentionally snoop, it’s just that sometimes people talk so loud it’s downright hard to avoid hearing what they say. My feeling is that if they talk loud enough for other people to hear, then it’s okay to listen in.
No matter what two people are talking about it is almost always interesting. That sounds crazy, but for me it’s true. I mostly enjoy listening to a couple of women talking to each other. I bet at least half the time they’re talking about men.
If they are young, then one is telling the other about a boyfriend, or maybe a guy who did her wrong or is currently doing her wrong. Sometimes I want to walk over and say, “Just dump the guy,” but I can’t, of course. If it’s older women, they are probably talking about their husbands, although often they’re complaining about their latest ailment.
Yesterday, I walked into a local cafe to get some clam chowder. As I passed a table, I overheard part of a conversation between a man and a woman, both in their 30s, I’d guess. I only caught a few seconds of the conversation, but it was enough to make me yearn for more.
“I know for a fact that it’s my baby,” the man said, and then there was some mumbling between them I couldn’t make out, and then the woman said, “It’s amazing that in just one night …” and then I walked out of range. So that’s all I heard. I thought, “What’s he going to do?”
I wish I could have asked him, but anybody knows that would not be right.
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