Have you ever overheard something you shouldn't?

Ouch. Where they being unfair?

I overheard some colleagues talking about me in the loos once (not as bad as mates as I didn't really care about their opinions). I walked out of the cubicles and called them a pair of cnuts whilst laughing at them.

I'll always remember going on a camping trip and hearing someone in the other tent going "You're talking about me, aren't you?"

We weren't, as it happens. At least, not until then. ?

Never used it but...

There was a girl who lived a few doors down, same school class as me. When I was about 10, I was in the backseat of an unrelated adult's cat - unrelated adult and my mum were chatting. Obviously forgot I was there, when they gossiped about her family... She lived with her grandmother, but saw her mother often - I have no idea the whys around that, or if she did. But this is the weird bit... the woman she thought was her mother was her aunt, and vice versa. Maybe not that uncommon (though probably more slightly older people than me) just seemed a bit bizarre that she didn't even live with the 'fake' mother anyway.

They realised I'd heard - I couldn't not - and told me never to say anything. I never did - I don't know if I could have held my tongue had we been friendlier. But I felt it was just so wrong that at 10 years old I knew something so personal and important about her, that she didn't.

Nah it was fine Chicken ? They were all good, sensible church girlies and I had a boyfriend - there were concerned about my (and I quote verbatim) "loose morals" ?

Had I not spent most of the evening shagging in a Ford Escort I might have been offended ?

I think I've mentioned this in another thread, but I was once on a school trip to the local magistrates' court, and someone in the year above us was up on a shoplifting charge. We were discreetly ushered out, but not before he saw us - and a few days later he came up to me and asked if I'd told anyone.

I suspect he did this with everyone else he'd recognised, but as it was all over the entire school within seconds of our return there was a faint hint of stable door and long-departed horse.

Blimey, the cats round your way must be HUUUUUGE ?

And even more disturbingly, they have backseats.

I once overheard my mother telling someone one of my school friends was adopted. I never mentioned that I knew to my friend because she never mentioned it. I can only assume she didn't think it was important enough to share or she thought it was too private to share.

Oooh, this thread is so juicy, I'm loving it!

I worked with a girl that I got really friendly with. She was trying for a baby with her boyfriend and nothing was happening. She then had a one night stand with her ex husband and got pregnant. She swears that the baby was her exs. When the baby was born - a boy, he was blonde and blue eyed just like her ex. Her boyfriend was Italian and dark. No one knew and I never told anyone. I've just got back in touch with her on Facebook and her boyfriend sadly died 5 years ago and she has now re-married her ex-husband and has another baby by him! Don't know if she remembers that she told me but I would never betray her.

My most cringe worthy moment was based around me hearing something I shouldn't have

Mr Mf took me to London to meet some of his friends.

When I got there, I was introduced to his friends, as well as soon people from the law company they worked for.

The two men from the company were lovely, but looked quite similar.

Whilst walking from a bar to the resturant, I heard one of the guys on his mobile, arranging for a girl to come over the next morning, for a romantic breakfast and other details.

Later on that evening, I was chatting to one of the men, and he was saying how his collegue, needed a girl friend and how lonely he was.

"Oh don't worry" I told him, "he has a date tomorrow" I say. "Really?!" he says, very excited. "How do you know that?" he asked.

Well, I said, "I heard him on the phone to a woman earlier" I then went on to share all the details I overheard.

The man went really quiet, and walked off, I then realised I had got them confused, and the man I was talking too, was the same man that had the phone call and I had just repeated word for word the secret phone call he had, had.

I was mortified, and still feel sick when I think back to it.

We have never been invited back

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I used to work at a factory and there was a coffee room that had a couple of chairs almost hidden behind one of the vending machines. I was sitting on these chairs and was obscured from the two guys that were stood getting their drink from the vending machine. They were talking about the party we'd all been to a couple of nights before and one of them mentioned me and my skirt (it may have been rather short, but I was young and could get away with it). The guys then started to discuss me in a lot of detail, including what they thought I'd be like in bed and what they would like to do to me in bed. I let them get really far into the conversation before I stood up. I've never seen two boys go so red quite so fast ?

It took them a good few days before they could look me in the eye, which I took a lot of amusement from.

This is really mean.... and I hope somewhere in a parallel innnerweb universe someone is taking the complete piss out of me...

Anyway, I used to spend my time in the company of a girl, whom I now really like, but at this stage, she was your typical beauty queen. She was always made-up, wearing the best of gear yada yada... The other thing, (in fact at this stage of our lives, the only thing) she did was BE a beauty queen. She entered Miss Northern Ireland every year for about 5 years on the trot - coming 2nd, 3rd, 4th....you get he drift...every year. So we (cattily) called her Mrs Nearly Northern Ireland. I'm not proud.

Anyway, she had a sister. Whilst she was made-up and coiffed, and 5ft 5" - her sister was 6 ft, naturally curly and, eeek <BLONDE>. Her sis never wore make-up - she was a social worker so held the moral high ground too.

I happened to get into a convo in the ladies one night, something about, 'she longs to be a model,yet her sister would leave her standing' sort of thing. Behold a toilet flushed a door opened and Mis NNI walked out.

She smiled sweetly, washed her hands delicately and has never held it agin me.

She's a tough ole bird and I love her.