Eavesdropping Everyday

I was sitting eating my lunch on a park bench when a grandmother and her grandson walked by. She was explaining their itinerary, “We are going to take a left, go through the little city, look at a few shops, maybe get some ice cream, and then head back home.”

He looks up at her and asks, “I’m sorry, Can you repeat that? All I heard was ice cream” He didn’t have any attitude, just curiosity. I completely understood.


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