I find life is best to just keep to myself and only stick my nose in when asked, or when it’s obvious someone needs help.
Someone getting cheated is not in any way mine or any other stranger’s business.
To quote the great Sergeant Hulka: “Lighten up, Francis.”
The couple’s name hasn’t been publicly disclosed. A photo of their backs at a ballgame won’t identify them. They are a very typical, middle aged, white couple. Nothing distinguishable except the shirts. Throw them away ASAP.
If their name comes out it will be because at least one of them calls the press for an interview.
You’re at about mile 5 with that back pedaling.
Stop shoveling.
You can bet their friends, neighbors, family, people at their church, country club, or subdivision pool know who they are from those pics.
Damage is done, all for the purpose of entertaining judgemental people on the internet. Pathetic.
I’m not sure what that has to do with anything, but anyone who knows those people will have no problem recognizing them.
That guy certainly wanted help, did you not read the story?
Unless, if true, it was all a joke between the spouses. I saw a picture of the sisters and they’re pretty young (think late teens or early twenties), so if I got a sense they were eavesdropping on my privacy, I’d screw with them. Then when they decided to tattle, my spouse and I would laugh at their busybody-ness. I mean, really. Do you honestly believe that he’d give them “the thumbs up” after a note like that? And would he have to identify himself if he texted back? Or be really pissed off and just say send the damn pics? The whole story is ludicrous and the moral police takes nothing into account but their own self-righteousness. Which, in my opinion, always has more to do with self and less with righteousness. Obviously, mileage varies.
Signed,
faithfool (who has been cheated on)
And dangerous, seeing as how a player’s maple bat could shatter at any moment and they’d risk being impaled by flying shards if they weren’t paying attention.
I hope this is a wake up call for smart phone users. Use that thing in public and people will shoulder surf. They hear what you say on voice calls. Sometimes its so loud I hear the other person too. Its a modern day PITA, Nails on a Chalkboard 
Guaranteed.
I use my phone in public. Very short conversations. Texts are stuff like “do we need milk?” “what’s planned for dinner?” Where RU? Absolutely nothing sensitive or private gets discussed unless I can separate myself from the crowd. Get at least ten to fifteen feet away.
YYMV but that’s reality. Anything you do in public is casually seen or observed.
Yeeeah…. not really.
Did you know you can see into bathroom stalls through the gap between wall and door?
That’s kinda like staring over someone’s shoulder while they’re on their phone.
Really bad analogy. Trying to compare outdoor seating at a baseball game, crowded train, or restaurant to a bathroom stall is a strike out.
Might want to take a swing at this one again. 
And, of course, you are missing the frigging point. Yes, we get it, she was using her phone to do stupid personal shit in public. Got it. Let that point fucking go.
What is not included in “casually seen or observed” is interjecting yourself into someone else’s god damn business by slipping a note to the husband, and then posting this shit on social media. Which then allow self-righteous assholes on the internet to point and chortle and feel better about themselves.
Despicable.
The teens involved were not going a good deed. As I, along with other posters, have noted, this is none of their business. And wouldn’t it be funny if “Nancy” really were the textee’s name and the “cheating wife” and “Nancy” were collaborating on the novel of the century while the “cheating wife” is stuck at a boring baseball game (either she finds baseball boring, or it was an Atlanta Braves game) with her husband. Yet again: Those two teens are the worst kind of busybodies.
And “shoulder serf”? What’s that? Someone sitting on your shoulder for the duration of the game, shouting to the peanut seller so you can save your voice?
Sparky! is making the point that you don’t HAVE to look. It’s a behavior that YOU can control. I go to that exact baseball stadium all the fucking time. I’ve somehow, through my superhuman decency powers, avoided reading other people phone screens.
Basically because I’m not a nosy despicable person.
Thank you
Hear hear. Being cheek by jowl with others makes it even more important to mind your manners and keep your eyes and hands to yourself.
Shoulder surfing goes all the way back to the earliest days of computers. Everything on your screen can be seen as people walk by the cubicle. That’s by design so the supervisors know what you’re doing on the clock. People started carrying laptops and using them in the late eighties in public. Naturally the screens are visible to hundreds if not thousands of people. Can you even remember how unusual it was to see somebody on a laptop? Many older people had never even used a pc yet. You can rest assured their eyes were glued to these new gadgets. I was approached at several airports and asked about Word Processing or Spreadsheets. How I created the formulas. How easily I could replace a word in a document. My laptop drew everyone’s eyes. I made some friends patiently teaching and explaining while we waited to board the flight.
At least the smart phone screens are tiny compared to a laptop. Easier to shield with your hand.
Shoulder surfing will never end. Its part of modern life.
Stop trying to excuse despicable behavior. Just stop. Nobody wants to hear your folksy stories of friends you made in the Little Rock airport.
What these two teenage brats did was despicable. And it is despicable to defend their actions by some bullshit story about when laptops were novelties.
Just fucking stop already.
I’ve wondered how many copies of Lotus I helped sell between 87-92. I’d guess at least 50 or more. People were fascinated by spreadsheets. Mom and Pop businesses that needed to track expenses. Its boring at the airport and I didn’t mind showing them how quickly one could be set up. total the column. apply a discount. I saw it as an extension of my day job.
The point being, I don’t object to shoulder surfing. Never have, never will. Read my screen all you want. I expect you too and assume you did.
Spoken from a position of privilege. I really would like to have that kind of nonchalant freedom. But the way mu husband and I choose to conduct our marriage is subject to censure, shame, and condemnation, even though we are open and honest about everything we do. Not that, you know, anyone would bother to check with us about such things. Bottom line…no matter what anyone sees, they cannot be sure it’s what they’re assuming. And they have just as much chance of doing harm as doing good. Mind your Own. Damn. Business.