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I don’t care who it’s about, and I don’t care what it’s about. Maybe it’s got something to do with knowledge being power, and humans having a built in need for more and more power. Or maybe it’s just that I’m a nosy human being who can’t butt out of other people’s business.
Either way, when AskReddit had servers dish out the secrets they overheard, of course I was interested.
Me and your sister are in love and I want a divorce
Two adults and two teenagers, woman and girl on one side of the table, man and boy on the other. I just assume it’s a normal family out for dinner. Walk up after some time to take their order and they are all deep in conversation. Turns out they’re not related, yet. They are all discussing what to do about the boy getting the girl pregnant.
I was bringing a man his third martini, at lunch, as his companion confronted him about alcoholism.
Once was delivering drinks to two ladies and I caught, “I hate that bitch so much. I would fuck her boyfriend just to piss her off. I don’t care if I get an STD.”.
An elderly couple sat down at a table in my section once, and the husband obviously had some severe health issues (Oxygen tank, and a nurse with him) so I guess he decided to confess to an affair during WW2 with one of the nurses in Germany, the wife was a little teary eyed at first, but forgave the guy saying “we’ve been married almost 75 years, you think I’m gonna let the past ruin it all now?”
Walked up to a couple figuring out where they could get Plan B. I realized that and tried to do a sharp turn to a different table. It seemed like a personal moment but they notice me make my b-line, I think, because they were really seemed embarrassed the rest of the meal. I definitely could have done it smoother.
“Ran him over and left the body there”
Was the conversation I walked in on. It was a married couple. Late forties or early fifties. If it had been in regards to some sort of story I don’t think they would have that “Oh shit did he hear that?” expression on their faces.
I had a table that consisted of a young teenage boy, his parents, and his girlfriend. I’m not sure how THEY got to this point in the conversation, but it came up somewhere between ordering their food and the food being ready that the boy and the girl weren’t virgins anymore. The table was a mess of emotions for the rest of the night. The fury of the father, the disappointment of the mother, the defiance of the son, and the mortification of the girlfriend. I’m not sure why they didn’t leave immediately to sort it all out at home but they stayed the whole meal and made things awkward for everyone.
