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So, we go to this popular little breakfast dive Sunday morning in Savannah. Tiny place, packed out. Gotta wait for a table. There's eight of us.
Sitting at the large table is the last of a large group. This woman is sitting alone at the table, leisurely and as slowly as humanly possible eating an orange. She alternated between oh so carefully peeling and eating it, and just sitting there basically fucking off.
Her party had abandoned her. I can't shake the feeling it wasn't a first.
The place was so packed out people were hanging out on the sidewalk. More people were unable to get in the door it was so full.
So in other words, the folks inside were trying to turn their tables.
So eventually, two tables ended up getting shoved together to accommodate us, which is good for us but not so good for anyone else because now you got the big table to fill with another big party.
By the time we got our food, Oblivious Asshole was still back there at the eight top.
How special that must have made her feel.
Sitting at the large table is the last of a large group. This woman is sitting alone at the table, leisurely and as slowly as humanly possible eating an orange. She alternated between oh so carefully peeling and eating it, and just sitting there basically fucking off.
Her party had abandoned her. I can't shake the feeling it wasn't a first.
The place was so packed out people were hanging out on the sidewalk. More people were unable to get in the door it was so full.
So in other words, the folks inside were trying to turn their tables.
So eventually, two tables ended up getting shoved together to accommodate us, which is good for us but not so good for anyone else because now you got the big table to fill with another big party.
By the time we got our food, Oblivious Asshole was still back there at the eight top.
How special that must have made her feel.