Do you mind?

[Mnemjian]

Not sure if this really belongs here... they weren't technically SC's but they were S and happened to be C's, so...

Anyway, my bf took me out to our favorite Thai place for lunch yesterday. The place was 100% empty, so we chose to sit at a little table in the corner. Blah blah blah, anyway, we had just gotten our food when another couple walks in. They were offered to choose where they wanted to sit, and they decided that they wanted to sit RIGHT NEXT to us. Out of the 20 other tables they wanted to be at the one that is less than 2 feet away. I thought it was weird... but it would have been no big deal except for they were talking so loud that my bf and I were having trouble hearing our own conversation. If only they had come in like 3 minutes earlier we could have switched tables, but once our food was all over the table, I didn't think it would be a good idea. And the least they could have done was to talk about something interesting. Instead it was all about how awful hard their college was and whatnot. I'm in college too, but my classes are SO EASY! Wait...no they aren't. It's freaking college, get over it. Sorry, [end rant]!!

[ralerin]

Mmm, Thai food. I had Tom Kar Gai soup for lunch.

And yes they are SC's. Did you happen to poke one of them with your fork and say, "KEEP IT DOWN"?

[dalesys]

Did you happen to poke one of them with your fork and say,

...still halfbaked, send 'em back to the womb.

[LibraryLady]

We had that once at a local steak house. The food there is wonderful and it's the sort of place where strangers at adjoining tables often strike up pleasant conversations.

We've had a lovely Dinner talk with a travel agent who gave us some good advice in our early days of cruising. We've toasted a Lady with a big, family table celebrating her 80th Birthday. On one memorable occasion, we sat next to two body-builders and chatted with them about movies and books while we watched in disbelief as each one of them devoured a 60 oz. steak for two. All those encounters were nice but one wasn't.

It was nearing Christmas and the place was packed. We were seated next to two women who, at first, seemed to be having a nice time. As it happened, they were a couple and one was using that night's Dinner to tell the other that their relationship was over.

Oooh, the Drama! Oooh, the screaming, the tears, the waving of hands! The "B'" word, the "C"word, the "W" word were all loudly proclaimed! We were seated so close to this couple that a flailing hand actually wound up in my plate. Fare well, my beloved potato pie!

Because of these two, everyone was looking in our direction. My Husband and I wanted to sink under the table. We made our way to the bar, asked for our check and asked for our meals to be packed up.

We did it just in time. Fists began to fly at the table and hefty bartenders were enlisted to get these two women away from each other. We were able to sign the check and give our waiter, who was now engaged in the fray, a good tip but we didn't get our doggy-bags. Frankly, we were happy just to get out of that mess.

[bainsidhe]

Kinda like when someone sits right next to you in a movie theater. When they're otherwise the only body within a six row radius. Yeah. I hate that.

[ralerin]

Oooh, the Drama! Oooh, the screaming, the tears, the waving of hands! The "B'" word, the "C"word, the "W" word were all loudly proclaimed! We were seated so close to this couple that a flailing hand actually wound up in my plate. Fare well, my beloved potato pie!

Because of these two, everyone was looking in our direction. My Husband and I wanted to sink under the table. We made our way to the bar, asked for our check and asked for our meals to be packed up.

We did it just in time. Fists began to fly at the table and hefty bartenders were enlisted to get these two women away from each other. We were able to sign the check and give our waiter, who was now engaged in the fray, a good tip but we didn't get our doggy-bags. Frankly, we were happy just to get out of that mess.

Two things:

1. What is the "W" word? The only one I can think of is witch, and the one you're thinking of is probably a bit stronger than that.

2. She had her hand in your food? Even by accident? And you still wanted a doggy bag? Heck with that, I probably would've lost my appetite.

[Kogarashi]

1. What is the "W" word? The only one I can think of is witch, and the one you're thinking of is probably a bit stronger than that.

My guess is it would be the one that rhymes with "bore."

[Sparky]

Years ago -- but this is the kind of thing one never forgets -- husband and I went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We had small children, so getting a sitter and going out was a rare treat. The place was packed, and there was a woman sitting just a few tables away, who had been born with the BROADCASTER VOICE. You know how some people are just plain loud? And their voices carry? And they're always oblivious to the fact that lowering their voice might be polite?

So she was talking non-stop the whole time. Her dinner companion seemed not to have much to say. The conversation went like this:

Loud woman: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAH.
Her friend: mumble-mumble
Loud woman: BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAH.

I was hoping she'd STFU when she got her food, but no such luck. Her companion tucked in, but she only picked at a salad and continued to BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH.

The worst part was that she worked in a doctor's office and she was talking shop. Ever try to eat pasta in red sauce while listening to stories of cancer patients "passing huge clots"?

[Mnemjian]

We did it just in time. Fists began to fly at the table and hefty bartenders were enlisted to get these two women away from each other. We were able to sign the check and give our waiter, who was now engaged in the fray, a good tip but we didn't get our doggy-bags. Frankly, we were happy just to get out of that mess.

Wow... after hearing that, I suddenly feel like I got lucky just sitting next to some boring college kids

[sixums]

The worst part was that she worked in a doctor's office and she was talking shop. Ever try to eat pasta in red sauce while listening to stories of cancer patients "passing huge clots"?

You really should have said something. As someone who has a family member of a cancer patient, and who has taken said patient to have treatments/surgery done, I am not appreciative of someone talking about such a thing so carelessly and so loudly in a public place.

[RetailWorkhorse]

Loud woman: BLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAH.

Anyone else suddenly get the desire to swat at her with a fly-swatter?

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Wouldn't it be great to be able to just rip one at will?
Man, that would get you some space.

[Geek King]

Ever try to eat pasta in red sauce while listening to stories of cancer patients "passing huge clots"?

Er, sort of. Niether my sister or I ever developed that "so disgusting I can't eat" mental template. We both see some pretty nasty stuff in our jobs (past and present), and merrily talk about it over dinner. Mom used to make us change the subject when we were both at home during college--usually while turning a bit green.

And yes, intellectually, I understand that people have the issue, but I just don't think about it since I don't get ill over talk (sight/smell is different). I have occasionally done that to friends, and I apologise profusely--especially mentioning the maggot infestation in an apartment I saw pictures of after our chinese meals arrived. I'm still paying for that one, I think.