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Today for lunch I headed over to my favorite sushi place, killing time before I had to go see the eye doctor. This place is great, but the service is known to be rather slow. That can be a bit of a problem if you're seated next to a boor having a loud conversation, because it gives you plenty more time than you'd care to have to listen to the loud conversation.
Which I was. Just on the other side of a little bamboo screen was a boor, a rotund bearded man, dining with a man and a woman seated across the table from him. Their conversation ranged from the food at the sushi restaurant (they were impressed) to the food at a local Mexican restaurant (the men were impressed but the woman didn't care for the salsa there), to food in general.
They also talked about their world travels. The boor talked about his wife, someone high up in some large corporation, and how her job sucked the life out of her. Thank goodness then that he had his mistress.
He talked at length about the mistress, and how nice it was to have someone who he could have fun with, without the demands that having to marry her would bring. They'd had an especially good time in Venice, it seemed.
This, while some people nearby -- not to name names, but I was having teriyaki salmon -- can't land a significant other to save their souls. I'd do anything to meet someone I cared enough about to marry, and you can be goddamned sure that if I did I would not cheat. I've been alone too long to treat someone like that, especially when I've been cheated on, lied to, and abused, and know what it's like.
Anyway... I think it's repulsive when someone treats their treasures with contempt.
Which I was. Just on the other side of a little bamboo screen was a boor, a rotund bearded man, dining with a man and a woman seated across the table from him. Their conversation ranged from the food at the sushi restaurant (they were impressed) to the food at a local Mexican restaurant (the men were impressed but the woman didn't care for the salsa there), to food in general.
They also talked about their world travels. The boor talked about his wife, someone high up in some large corporation, and how her job sucked the life out of her. Thank goodness then that he had his mistress.
He talked at length about the mistress, and how nice it was to have someone who he could have fun with, without the demands that having to marry her would bring. They'd had an especially good time in Venice, it seemed.
This, while some people nearby -- not to name names, but I was having teriyaki salmon -- can't land a significant other to save their souls. I'd do anything to meet someone I cared enough about to marry, and you can be goddamned sure that if I did I would not cheat. I've been alone too long to treat someone like that, especially when I've been cheated on, lied to, and abused, and know what it's like.
Anyway... I think it's repulsive when someone treats their treasures with contempt.
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