Shelley Bradley | Unintentional Voyeur

It’s an occupational hazard. Authors don’t mean to spy and eavesdrop on people
but it happens. Recently, I found myself at a restaurant for a Sunday lunch
with my family. It was an upscale microbrewery/sports bar. All dark wood,
brass, and plasma TVs everywhere. Great food, too. But even with all that going
on around me, I was riveted by a couple two tables away. I couldn’t hear a word
they were saying. But their bodies were talking- shouting. I just couldn’t help
myself from "listening".