People who indulge in tittle-tattle and rumour put me in a bad humour. Without wishing to be unduly formal I can state that as a rule reality is pretty normal, which I suppose explains the fun to be had by folk who reckon they can add two and two, but almost invariably make it more than what it should be, viz., i.e., or to wit, four. Call me cynical, but too many people's approach to the truth is far from clinical. So it no longer gives me any surprise to know the conjectures that the simplest remark can give rise to. A ****** of overheard conversation in all likelihood has a very mundane explanation, on account of (as I said before) reality for most of us being of a mind-numbing banality. The interest that rumour-mongers can find, in the further imaginative reaches of the mind, however, is considerably higher. But then they have the effrontery to attempt to justify their outrageous speculations by claiming that there's no smoke without fire,
"The breathless jumble of words would not be so funny if we did not hear in the background the tetrameter or pentameter line that our poetry-attuned ears have been trained on and that Nash is writing against." (Billy Collins)