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4 Nov 2010

Really, Donna?

Written by sally @ 2:46 pm — Section: sally

Have I ever mentioned that when I wear my glasses, I get the impression that no one can see me, and thus, I openly stare at people? This comes in handy when I eat lunch alone. Today as I was enjoying a solo Mexican meal, I saw the following:

A woman in her mid-50s was sitting alone, waiting for someone. Every few minutes she checked her watch. Then a couple in their mid-20s came in, and the guy, who was apparently trying to be Matthew McConaughey, bellowed HEY THERE! YOU WAITING LONG? and went up and gave the woman a hug. I figured it was her son. Then:

Guy: (still bellowing) I FEEL LIKE I KNOW YOU ALREADY! WHITNEY’S TOLD ME SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!
Whitney: (silence)
Whitney’s Mom: (flabbergasted, mumbles something)
Guy: (still bellowing) YEAH, YOU GUYS TALK A LOT. I MEAN, I KNOW WHITNEY TELLS YOU EVERYTHING. UH-HUH. YOU GOT SOME KIND OF RELATIONSHIP GOING.

Then they sat there in silence and studied the menu.

Meanwhile…

Some women were seated at the table next to me. I heard something go ping! ping! and saw that one of them had taken out her nail clippers and was cutting her fingernails. One of the other women said, “Really, Donna? At the table?”

Humans are so gross and weird. I love them!

One Response to “Really, Donna?”

  1. poobou said:

    I would’ve said something to my friend cutting her nails at the table too. Gross. My mom used to blow her nose (loudly) at the table (in restaurants!!) until my sister and I got old enough to shame her into going to the damn ladies’ room.