We walked over to Su Casa today for lunch and ended up at one of the little tables for 2 in the middle of the floor. The only issue with the little tables for 2 is that you are crushed next to other tables of 2. The table for 2 next to us yammered on and on about work and how some loser who works for the two marketing/sales lunchers was treading on some thin ice. It felt kind of weird to hear about how that slacker had better shape up or he was going to find a slip of pink on his desk. One of the yammers was a woman whom I’m sorry to say would annoy the ever-living out of me if I worked with her. I’m all for girl power but I could only think her lunch buddy was thinking “yeah whatever toots could you shut up so I can eat” because that’s what I was thinking. I hope that doesn’t make me a traitor to my kind.
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