Disturbed

I went out for lunch with a friend today. Two men came and sat at the next table, just as we were leaving . One one them asked if we were celebrating a birthday so I told them we come out for a gossip. The other said that’s why they were there. I remember when men would never admit that they like gossiping too. We don’t do any nasty gossiping, my friend is a very kind lady. I saw this sign propped up against the wall of a house where men were working around the front door. They obviously removed it to do the work. I’d like it for my house.