My wife and
I occasionally eat at restaurants. While
waiting for our meal I often observe the other diners, and there is a pattern I
have observed.
At every
table with four or more diners, especially diners forty years or older, there
will be a person holding court, and dominating every conversation.
For every
table of six or more the self-appointed master-of-ceremony will talk louder than
anyone else – controlling the conversation and allowing no dead airtime to
exist. If drinking is involved, at that
table there will be a person who brays like a donkey, booming laughter at something that's probably not that funny.
People under thirty do not fall into this loquacious category, as they sit at their table with their cellphones, probably texting each other rather than talking.
And then
there is the family with young undisciplined children…
Your bill will total over one hundred dollars
and you are sitting next to this!
Bon Appetit
the Ol’Buzzard
