Mar 10, 2008 18:22
We had lunch at the geriatric cafe; full of old acquaintances and early bird specials. The stubborn old lady behind us tells the restaurant owner that the opera she's playing over the speakers is terrible, and its giving her a headache, Hillary Clinton is a jerk, and the school administrators make too much money. I thought old places like this were supposed to ooze nostalgia and sell burgers for fifty cents a piece; instead we paid $27 for old miss know-it-all's view on the world, and her sniping remarks directed towards the sweet old Greek matron.
Misery may love company, but the company would rather go elsewhere.
verbosity,
peoplewatching,
lunch,
restaurant