inadvertent eavesdropping

I often wonder if the people who seem to be arguing every other night on the sidewalk outside Exec Tompkins (is it just one couple, or are there many? I don't know.) realize that I can hear everything they're saying. I mean, it makes it pretty easy when they yell, but I can hear when they're just talking, too. My window's right there. And it's not like I'm being creepy and trying to listen—the light's on, so if they thought about it, they'd have to realize there's probably someone in here. And yet I can hear them, even over the noise of my fan and the trains and my roommate's gentle snores.

I really wish they'd shut up.