After a nice little date night, Boy and I were walking back to our car when some shouting began wafting through the air.
BOY: Do you hear that?
ME: The shouting? Yeah. Wait.
BOY: Did he just scream "you fucked her" or "motherfucker?"
ME: I don't know. I can't tell if its a domestic disturbance or someone watching a football game.
BOY (pointing): I think it's coming from that house.
ME (trying to look): Stupid privacy hedges.
1 comment:
That's such a me moment...I'm so not okay with people's overheard conversations not being my business.
Stupid privacy hedges, indeed.
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