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Less disturbing than the infamous 2 Wenches, 1 Goblet, but disturbing all the same.
Last night my boyfriend and I went out to dinner at the local Outback. It appeared that half the population of the county had also decided that was a fine idea, with the result being that there was a wait of almost fifty minutes. As we didn't have anything better to do, we decided to just wait it out, and while waiting we saw the following:
1. -- A man using a spit cup. For those of you fortunate people who are not familiar with smokeless tobacco, a spit cup is a necessity because if someone is chewing tobacco or skoal or dipping snuff, they're going to produce enormous amounts of thick, black-brown saliva that must be spit out. I'm not a fan of tobacco use in general, because cigars and cigarettes stink, but I'm especially not a fan of chewing tobacco because it's a truly stomach-turning sight to see someone bring a cup to their lips every few seconds and squirt out another brown gob. You know that cup is getting fuller and fuller and fuller, and you know what it's being filled with.
And there he was, in the crowd, spitting into a cup.
2. -- I had to get away from the nasty bastard from the first sighting and stepped outside. It was raining and so I stood under the porch. There's a bit of a narrow passage between the porch and the area where, in better weather, you can sit outside and eat. A fat woman emerged from the restaurant, saw me standing in that narrow passage and said, "Move. I need to go that way."
3. -- There was a strange older woman roaming about the waiting area just blurting out all the details of her friend's and her husband's current hospital stay. Then she got on her phone and proceeded to talk very loudly about the same things, just in case somebody in the waiting area had happened to miss it. ICU, chance of recovery, the accident that caused it all... All was presented in loving, loud detail.
4. -- I saw an asshole from work show up, wearing a tiger-print Santa hat no less. This person didn't do or say anything to me. I'm not even sure they noticed me but nevertheless, just being in proximity to them made my bowels quiver. They're just the sort of person you want to march up to, shake their hand, and tell them how personally and deeply offended you are that they persist in breathing.
And that was it, thankfully -- although the waitstaff burst out in the birthday song three or four times and that's always annoying, but nothing you can blame them for.
Last night my boyfriend and I went out to dinner at the local Outback. It appeared that half the population of the county had also decided that was a fine idea, with the result being that there was a wait of almost fifty minutes. As we didn't have anything better to do, we decided to just wait it out, and while waiting we saw the following:
1. -- A man using a spit cup. For those of you fortunate people who are not familiar with smokeless tobacco, a spit cup is a necessity because if someone is chewing tobacco or skoal or dipping snuff, they're going to produce enormous amounts of thick, black-brown saliva that must be spit out. I'm not a fan of tobacco use in general, because cigars and cigarettes stink, but I'm especially not a fan of chewing tobacco because it's a truly stomach-turning sight to see someone bring a cup to their lips every few seconds and squirt out another brown gob. You know that cup is getting fuller and fuller and fuller, and you know what it's being filled with.
And there he was, in the crowd, spitting into a cup.
2. -- I had to get away from the nasty bastard from the first sighting and stepped outside. It was raining and so I stood under the porch. There's a bit of a narrow passage between the porch and the area where, in better weather, you can sit outside and eat. A fat woman emerged from the restaurant, saw me standing in that narrow passage and said, "Move. I need to go that way."
3. -- There was a strange older woman roaming about the waiting area just blurting out all the details of her friend's and her husband's current hospital stay. Then she got on her phone and proceeded to talk very loudly about the same things, just in case somebody in the waiting area had happened to miss it. ICU, chance of recovery, the accident that caused it all... All was presented in loving, loud detail.
4. -- I saw an asshole from work show up, wearing a tiger-print Santa hat no less. This person didn't do or say anything to me. I'm not even sure they noticed me but nevertheless, just being in proximity to them made my bowels quiver. They're just the sort of person you want to march up to, shake their hand, and tell them how personally and deeply offended you are that they persist in breathing.
And that was it, thankfully -- although the waitstaff burst out in the birthday song three or four times and that's always annoying, but nothing you can blame them for.
I got to be rather adept at steering a shopping cart w/one hand and holding my phone with the other.
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