I was in a park, trying to grab a cache. From the path, it was just the other side of a bush, so there I was sitting on the ground, writing in the log, and I couldn't help but overhear what was going on a few yards away.
I didn't really get the details, but it was a loud scream of "You hate me and I hate you, you never come to see my {something at school}, you always preferred {I'm guessing her sister}".
I was expecting a loud stream of swearing back, but no. {Presumably her mother} sounded calm and reasonable, and well-spoken. Followed by more screaming from the teenager.
As soon as I could, I got on my bike a pedalled away. None of my business. But I felt really sorry for the mother.
I had teenagers once.
So did I!!
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