my dinner out
September 26, 2008The establishment shall remain anonymous, if nothing else than for the sheer numbers of obese people eating there tonight. The thin gentleman seated behind me was terribly sick with some upper respiratory infection, eating his pot roast alone while reading the last pages of his paperback. Then he left his table for a long, long time.
The couple on the other side turned heads when they reached their table. The woman was quite large. I had heard rude remarks about people who looked as if small children were fighting under their clothing. Now I’ve seen it.
