I once overheard half of a loud conversation at Starbucks. I really had no choice in the matter (it had managed to penetrate my headphones), but still, it was technically eavesdropping, and for that, I am technically sorry.
The details have since escaped me, but this one lady, on her phone, was experiencing an elevated level of frustration.
I admired her willingness to share it with us, so proudly, and secretly wrote her this poem:
What was your reason for deciding to be subtle with your tone for this poem -- Weren't you being flooded with a loud voice that was abrasive to your ears?