Create a poem, short story, or journal entry about a conversation you’ve overheard.

Dear Diary,

I'm sitting here working working at my computer at my desk in my bedroom, trying to concentrate. It can be hard to do that some days because my windows are paper-thin and I can hear E V E R Y T H I N G that goes on outside. 

It's the worst on sunny days.

A group of people decided to congregate outside one window. I think they were taking a lunch break or a smoke break. They were mostly laughing and talking about someone in the office. But one lady said something about their boss and how the boss seemed weird lately.

"She's lost SO much weight, it's almost unhealthy," one person said.

"Juice cleanse? All she drinks are those smelly juices."

"Maybe she's sick?"

I tried to block out the conversation because I had a deadline and I was just using this conversation as an excuse to not finish my work.

You know what I did instead?

Grabbed my tea (literally) and walked over to the window to get a better view and spot to hear better.

In the 2 minutes it took me to do all of that, this group had shifted their conversation to who was having affairs in their office?????

Apparently two of their coworkers were caught "after-hours" in her office doing something. 

"You know she just got divorced right? So she's just letting it all hang out there so the birds can come feed." (I shit you not, this is what was said. I have no idea what it means, either).

"He's single, she's single. Who cares?" "I don't care that they're doing it, just where they're doing it!" "It shouldn't matter to any of us, none of our business." "It's just gross behavior." And on and on and on. 

Eventually they got done (I couldn't see them that well, they were too far over from my closest window) and started to head back to wherever their sex office was.

One dude's walking in the opposite direction, stopped right under my window and started yelling on his phone calling the other person a "bitch ass nigga." This went on for TWENTY MINUTES.