My sister tells a hysterical story of being overheard out of context at work. She was in her cubicle, where everyone can pretty much overhear everyone else's phone conversations, and talking to the Ford dealership about renting a car for the weekend.
"I'd like to arrange for an Escort, picking up tonight after work."
"Well, I'm going to a friend's wedding in Delaware, so I might need it until Sunday night, or, depending on how I'm doing, Monday morning."
"No, I don't care about the color. I'm not picky."
By the time she had finished the call, the rumor was out and flying through the office.