~~ Overheard: “Can you actually do that? I couldn’t, though I tried six times.”
~~ Overheard: “She’s not like us. She reads the New York Times.”
~~ Overheard: “She is constantly on me about my weight. Someday I’m going to ask her which year she was Miss America.”
~~ I was in a room with other people when one of them asked my opinion about an elder care situation she was contemplating. I started to reply but was cut off by a woman who proceeded to spout an erroneous answer. I tried again but the know-it-all verbally stepped over me again. The topic shifted and despite our attempts at conversing with each other, the buttinsky wouldn’t quit. I left fairly disgusted and sent my friend an apology for being so curt. Her response: “I told that woman you were an attorney and only dealt in facts. She could have learned something if she shut up.” I learned something for sure: the dumbest among us are gaining on the rest of us.
~~ Last week we met friends for dinner. The food arrives and there’s a plate of risotto in the midst of the table. One friend figured it was part of her dinner placed on the side rather than beneath the fish she ordered. With her fork poised mere millimeters from the risotto, the maître d’ swooped in, grabbed it, and said, “That’s not for your table.” Seriously? Are you going to serve that to someone else? I sure hope not. And if you’re not, why did you remove it? Rube move, dude.
~~ Speaking of that restaurant, they were quite unprepared for a vegan. The pasta was made with eggs and so the server says the kitchen can only make me a grilled vegetable platter. I say OK because I don’t want to starve, and here’s what arrives:
Apparently sautéed and steamed are the new grilled, and green is the only color of vegetables.
~~ The report from Dementia-ville is irritating. The patient’s current aide appears to have OCD. She turns the light on, off, on. She opens, closes, and then opens the door. She thuds down the stairs boom, boom, boom… pause… boom, boom, boom … pause… boom, boom, and BOOM on the landing. She says “Good morning, good morning, good morning” and pats the dog’s head three times.
~~ I want to write about Harvey (and ignore Irma). I want to rail about politics over country, lack of regulations hurting the most vulnerable, lame-ass bigots, flaming Nazis, and the unabashed stupidity of some of our fellow citizens. Once again, I will just post a couple of memes and go back to deep breathing.
Dasvidaniya. Have a great weekend. (Next week Jets. Maybe.)
LET’S GO METS!