playing ball

While I was in a restroom stall today I overheard a cell phone conversation. '...Sorry I can't talk long. I'm playing ball...Yeah I stopped at the Rec Center.. on College Hill...well I'll see you a little later baby.' And then he made kissing sounds into the phone. None of this would be notable, except that I wasn't in a Rec Center. I was in an Olive Garden and nowhere near College Hill. Part of me wanted to yell out, 'No he's not, he's cheating on you.' But that was just a small part of me. Most of me just couldn't wait to tell someone about it.