discreet

Yesterday I walked past the barber shop on my street and two women (employees of the shop) were arguing loudly about money troubles. I assume they went outside to avoid bothering customers. One had brought with her a large book-keeping binder. She propped it against a garbage can while she made her point.

"...So how are we going to pay bills when you're telling me there's no money at all?"
"I'm trying to tell you, that since Karen was off last week, and we've been totally dead on the weekends..."

I wanted to stand around and listen to the rest but instead I just walked home.