The better-half had a need to go out to dinner tonight so we did. We went to the White Dog which is a small place in the Fan and it is a semi-regular destination for us. For awhile, I had never eaten anything off the actual menu–specials only for me. I got a special tonight and enjoyed.
Anyway, finally, you say to yourself, she mentioned going to a restaurant and you don’t have to hear about what she put in her mouth. Tis true. This entry is not about the food.
As we were walking down the street, I said if we sit at the same table as always I’m going to bust a gut. We’ll we did. I think I’ve sat at that table every time I’ve been there unless I’ve been there with more than 1 other person. I laughed but kept the gut busting to myself.
Finally, and I knew it was going to happen; a party was seated at the 4-seater table next to us. Very next to us. Then we spent the rest of the evening listening to their mind-numbing conversation. I’m stunned at how much conversation about nothing can take place. I’m not exaggerating one iota when I say they talked about parking in downtown Richmond for a good 20 minutes. No matter what people say there isn’t a problem with traffic or parking in downtown. Only people who have nothing better to do complain about those things. Park in a real city and then park in Richmond and you’ll have two totally different stories. I will say that the meter-maids here are particularly overzealous. But, the city has to make money one way or another.