On a beautiful summer morning, what a blessing it is to sit al fresco enjoying a coffee. This week, I found myself outside a local cafe, my table close to several others. And then came the moral dilemma.
The folks sitting next to me we’re chatting, loudly, without abandon, about the scandals happening at their church. Adultery, accusations, all sorts of moral disaster – they spoke of it all, voices raised, with exasperation.
I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop. But there I was, their story in my auditory zone, even more noticeable than the music I would have heard inside.
Should I have told them, “Uh, I can hear you”? How about, “I wonder whether you might speak more softly?” Or this: “How would you like it if people talked about you in public that way?”
Or maybe I should have moved inside.