I’m really not an eavesdropper, but I am an observer. Sometimes you cannot help but hear little snippets of conversation.
I was at the park stretching out before a jog. A couple parking spots away from me were three twenty-somethings, two gentlemen and a lady. The young lady was highly tattooed and on crutches. The two young men looked like a cross between 60ish hippies and members of an Indie rock band. They seemed to just be out to enjoy the day.
As I stretched I heard a little snippet of conversation when the wind was coming at me, “Did you hear that she said that Ryan’s second child might not be his?” Continue reading “Eavesdropping Terrorism”