Appalling

In a normal week, I spend 3-4 nights eating alone in hotel restaurants. I don’t mind this so much because I usually have an entertaining book to accompany me to dinner. And tonight was no exception. EXCEPT that my fictional friends could not distract me from the loud voice of a stranger in the next booth. Here is what I learned about her:

She’s short and stocky with big calves. She has two sons, one of which is applying to college. Her husband of nearly 20 years is a college football coach. She’s a 38DD, and she buys all her lingerie at Frederick’s of Hollywood. She has a nipple piercing which she got on a night of drunken debauchery with 3 friends. She has had several affairs, and her husband knows about a couple of them. Her parents have always made her feel insecure and self-conscious about her weight. She is constantly compared to her “perfect” sisters. She loves her job, but dislikes most of her colleagues, who all think she’s sleeping with someone else from her office. And to top it all off, she was having dinner with a married man (not her husband) who is more than 20 years her senior. And all this information was gleaned from her answers to his questions. Wonder what he was up to.

Needless to say, I didn’t get very far in my book. And I had my server rush the ticket, so I could get the heck out of there.

I’m still shocked and appalled by what I overheard. And I wish I hadn’t heard any of it. But that loud, grating voice. Gah!

What is this world coming to?!?!?!

Side note: I am having a truly exceptional hair day. It did everything right, even in the wind. Totally makes up for the crazy diner.

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