Last night, H and I went out to dinner. We had a gift card for a group of restaurants (Peter Kelly's restaurants for those local) so we chose one of the smaller locations that has just 7 tables.
There was just one waiter/maitre d' working the whole room. And since the place was small, you could pretty much hear everyone's conversations. The waiter was at another table across the room. He was talking to the couple dining there, and he started snarking on a wedding he attended recently. My ears perk up and I start listening. I'm so nosy.
As he continues, I realize ZOMG I know the couple he's talking about! My two good friends also attended this wedding! So, he's talking shit about the bride (a girl I know, but not very well), divulging some embarrassing things that occurred right up to the wedding (they had a DW in Mexico). At this point, I feel bad for listening in and hearing these things. But honestly, the place was SO SMALL, it was impossible not to hear him. He then starts talking shit about my friend that attended the wedding. Ugh.
At the end of the story, he says to the couple, "And after all of this, they're now getting divorced!" which I did not know, but now do.
My face: