Man Behaving Badly

A call home to Joe resulted in a trip to Spuntino. He was hungry, James was starving after playing a heartbreaking baseball where they lost by a run. It was time for a family dinner. Those are hard to come by these days. It's baseball season.

We sat down and ordered. Conversation ensued. We were trying to coax James into a good mood, a difficult and more than likely thankless task today. He was not happy with the loss. The evening was going surprisingly well.

The table next to us had a party of 5....two couples, one elderly, one couple obviously the grown  children of the elders and one Single Guy, also related. Notice I didn't say adult, just grown.

Elderly couple was technologically challenged. Lots of discussion of baby pictures and how do I get that picture on my phone...you can't....it's too outdated...you need a new phone.

It was excruciating to listen to but I have a great tolerance for the technologically challenged, especially the elderly trying to keep up with today. It's a monumental task.

It was Single Guy who challenged me. All of you who know me know how hard it is for me to bite my tongue.

This jackass was on his iPhone playing music at an overbearingly loud volume. In a restaurant. He was watching a CONCERT on his iPhone. In a restaurant. With other people dining next to him.

I held my tongue. I know. A miracle.

When they finally got up and left, I looked around, saw the diners sitting next to him who looked as flabberghasted as I did. "Are you kidding me???? I don't have to tell me my 11 year old and 16 year old NOT to do that?" She shook her head. He shook his head. Unbelievable is all she said.

Here he is. The man behaving badly. He should know better.

Fair warning, Single Guy.  I will not hold my tongue next time.

Flowers

It was my birthday a few weeks ago and life being as hectic as it is, it's hard to get together with the girls for lunch. It was Steph's birthday the other day as well so the impetus was there. Thankfully today all four calendars converged and it was lunch at Wild Ginger.  I had the lettuce wrap with chicken, no peppers. But I digress.

I got flowers today. I love getting flowers. Whether it's daisies, roses or a beautiful spring bouquet, those flowers catch my eye when I walk through the kitchen. Their bouquet, the scent that is, wafts into my senses every time I pass by, slowing me down from the every day tasks of loading up the dishwasher, moving the laundry from the washer to the dryer, picking up discarded sweatshirts tossed off sweaty bodies.

Flowers are like lunch with the girls. You don't need them but you so love the splash of color they add to a rainy day. They make you pause. They subconsciously force the body in perpetual motion to slow down, take time from your busy life and enjoy the now.

On the way out of the restaurant, a fellow diner commented on my bouquet. She jokingly said, "oh thanks for carrying them to my car." Her husband stopped us to tell a story about how on their first anniversary, he sent her flowers. When he got home from work, he asked her where the flowers were. She said she put them outside. She didn't really like flowers. He said he never got her flowers again and they were married 47 years. I think he should have given her and the natural beauty of a fresh bouquet of flowers another chance.

Thank you, ladies. You are the tulips, lilies and delphinium of my bouquet today. I'll never refuse such a beautiful, fragrant, vivacious bouquet.