I was in a coffee shop with the boys this afternoon having a snack. There was a guy at the table opposite us who was clearly listening in on our conversation. Younger son was asking me is they had watches "in the olden age." I was asking him for some clarification about when "the olden age" occurred. As we stood up to leave the guy stops me and says, "Excuse me, ma'am. What did your son want to know about the 'olden age?'" My inner-New Yorker reared right up and shot back, "How is that any of your business?" and stormed out. Seriously, just because you're eavesdropping doesn't mean you're actually part of the conversation.
Oh, and mind your own damned business!