Last night we went out to dinner and I have finally assuaged my need for a BBQ sandwich. Ate more fries than I have in weeks to boot.
The table behind us was filled with co-workers from what has to be the loudest and shrillest office ever. I understand we were eating in a bar filled with the after work crowd. I’m down with that. What I’m not cool with is how effing loud a few of those people were at that table. One woman in particular is either a total moron or had had way too many drinks. She had that stupid “oh my god, totally, you know” thing going on. And, I don’t think she stopped to breathe. I practically jumped out of my skin at one point due to the high pitched keening. I told the better-half if I were a cat I would have run out of the place. Our check could not get to us fast enough.
Today at lunch a group of three women had the corner table and were ragging on everyone else in the restaurant. Unfortunately, I didn’t hear them bust on us. I was curious what they would say. I guess they didn’t see me miss my mouth. After they were done with lunch, they fiddled with the ring-tone on one of their phones for way too long. Yep, one phone, three fiddlers.