|Who knows who is listening in the next booth.|
Eavesdropping may not be good manners but sometimes getting to know those people in the next booth can be so much fun.
This year we live in a townhouse with a large back deck enclosed by a high fence which is situated next to the street. The street is a buffer against neighbors that may be eavesdroppers (like me). It was one of the things that drew us to this property in a community that is small. But it turns out that more people are listening than we could even imagine!
|Here in our townhouse, the street is just on|
the other side of the fence.
|In Oregon, the neighbors are just over the fence!|
We also work things out about people we know both far and near. But we do NOT talk about the neighbors...not here or in Oregon. We are smarter than that. Still, my husband and I talk to each other continually. Good, bad or indifferent, that is the way it is.
Sooooo...it turns out that the neighbors listen as they walk by or they may even just go outside to check on us! Thankfully our friend, Share, tipped us off. Oh dear! We are "disagreeing" indoors a lot more.
The upshot of the whole thing is, like email, people can misinterpret what we say because 1) they don't know our sense of humor or our background and 2) they don't know WHO we are discussing and 3) they take meaning from their own phobias.
I always have known that the neighbors are listening! Darn! In the next booth, there are two old people (us) that are both just a little deaf so they don't speak in soft voices.
Now, we are mending fences because I really do like these people, I have not talked about them at all...and I think their dogs are wonderful. It is so good to have life, real life, going on around me.
Wanna come over for cocktails? We are having a small party soon.
How close are your neighbors?