Restaurant oddities
Jul. 22nd, 2010 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantTonight I kept seeing people go up to the salad bar and fill small plates entirely with cheese and bacon bits. I couldn't figure out why until the guy at the next table did this -- then brought back the plate and dumped all the cheese and bacon into his baked potato.
Also, there was a veritable Raymond Carver short story happening at the next table.
There were two couples there -- seemed to be a brother and sister with their spouses, all in their fifties or early sixties.
The brother was loudly dominating the conversation. First he wanted to talk about his elderly father, who's in a nursing home. "He wants to call me up and ask me to pick something up on the way home and bring it to him," he says. "I tell him, 'No, Dad, we shop on Tuesdays. I'm only going to bring you things on Tuesdays.' He'd like to see me out there every week. Every week! I have to have some time for me!"
Next the conversation moves to childhood. "Do you remember," the brother says to the sister, "he'd get up every night after dinner and get his keys. We'd say, 'Where are you going?' and he'd say, 'Out.' Every night. 'Out.'"
Finally the brother's wife mentioned their grandson. "He's turning ten this year, and we promised him that the year he turned ten, we'd take him to Disney World."
"Right," the brother said. "You can take him to Disney World. I want no part of it."
Also, there was a veritable Raymond Carver short story happening at the next table.
There were two couples there -- seemed to be a brother and sister with their spouses, all in their fifties or early sixties.
The brother was loudly dominating the conversation. First he wanted to talk about his elderly father, who's in a nursing home. "He wants to call me up and ask me to pick something up on the way home and bring it to him," he says. "I tell him, 'No, Dad, we shop on Tuesdays. I'm only going to bring you things on Tuesdays.' He'd like to see me out there every week. Every week! I have to have some time for me!"
Next the conversation moves to childhood. "Do you remember," the brother says to the sister, "he'd get up every night after dinner and get his keys. We'd say, 'Where are you going?' and he'd say, 'Out.' Every night. 'Out.'"
Finally the brother's wife mentioned their grandson. "He's turning ten this year, and we promised him that the year he turned ten, we'd take him to Disney World."
"Right," the brother said. "You can take him to Disney World. I want no part of it."
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Date: 7/23/10 11:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 7/25/10 02:27 am (UTC)Probably including me.
Makes me think of the Dorothy Parker poem: "See the happy moron. He doesn't give a damn. I wish I were a moron. My God! Perhaps I am!"