Today M1 and E were here. We did a great day of shopping at the mall, and returned to have dinner with S. We decided to go to a restaurant/bar "in town" that had outside seating. (We cannot normally go there, as the place is so smoky you feel like you have instant lung cancer to walk inside).
When we got there, there was only one outside table left--next to a group of 30- somethings women who had pulled two tables together. They were nibbling their Quesadillas, drinking their long necks. We took the table and ordered. There was no way not to overhear their conversation.....
"And his mother gave him a beer can candle--can you believe it? What am I supposed to do with that junk? It smelled awful, and I threw it away as sooon as he brought it into the house."
"And so, they gave us all this stuff. It cost a lot, and for the same amount they could have gotten us something nice from our registry"...
"So, during the concert, all the smoke from the fireworks was blowing right on us and we couldn't see. I couldn't believe that our seats were so awful"...(note--as she blew smoke at our table!)
"I just can't stand her....blah, blah, blah"
Now, as though the constant digs and Bit..ing wasn't enough, the closest one, who had complained about the fireworks smoke, lights up another cigarette, and not only is downwind from our dinners (which have now arrived), but proceeds to blow her smoke over our dinners!
...But then we already knew how rude they were!!!
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