Overheard at... Sisters Coffee Company

“I was feeling too much like a voyeur. They were on a first date.”

A kindred spirit had moved to sit near me and wanted to explain why she’d had to change seats. Of course she found a sympathetic ear in mine. Observation goes hand in hand with overhearing and together they can feel like
being pulled somewhere I don’t always want to go.

The best example I can use for non-observers out there is rubber-necking. We all know we should just drive by, that the reason the traffic is so bad is not from the accident itself but from all the people slowing down to look at it. And yet, there we are, cruising by with our neck craned.

Once I was on an airplane and my step-brother had a panic attack. Since he had never had one before we didn’t know what it was, so everyone was treating it as a possible heart problem. The passengers were asked to stay
seated and a call for a doctor was announced. Still, you would not believe how many people had to ‘go to the bathroom’ near us. All of them wanted to see what had caused the trouble.

Maybe it is the fight or flight instinct in us that makes us stick our nose into what we are not sure we even want to smell. It could be that instinct tells us to make sure there isn’t something dangerous happening.  

Or, perhaps we all just like a good story. The drama of an accident. The heartbreak of public tears. The thrill of a first date. Being a voyeur could be a sign it is time to create more stories in our own daily lives.

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“Oh my God! Nana, are you okay?” Cynthia realized she was the only one to have  noticed her grandmother fall in the
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“Get away, you’ll ruin it,” Nana shouted as  Cynthia leaned over to try to help her up. “I want the firemen to give me mouth  to mouth.”

Heat rose in Cynthia’s cheeks as she realized  Jack had heard Nana’s excuse. What must he think of her crazy family? The  glimmer in his eye gave away that it wasn’t what she’d expected. 

Go for it, he mouthed.
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