The Fight

Blogging from school.....is that bad? One of my students just called me Mom. That makes me laugh. They do that a lot! Does that happen to anyone else?

The real reason for this post:

The following is a recount of the events that occurred last night at a local bar/wing place.

The following people were in attendance:
- Me
- Caitlin
- Liz
- The Lady at the Table Behind Us (roughly 65 years old)
- The Lady’s Companion

A preface to the story: I have a loud laugh. I am aware of this. But I wasn’t laughing at my full capacity…that is until the LATTBU pushed me over the edge.

I reserve the right to tell the story as I remember it happening.

The setting:
A local bar. Two stories. Bottom floor is a restaurant. Top floor is a huge outdoor, rooftop bar. Bottom floor contains booths and tables. Top floor is bar stools and tables. Bottom floor, families. Top floor, people at happy hour. Essentially it is like this: bottom floor – restaurant….top floor – bar.

The antagonist:
The Lady at the Table Behind Us
She had her back to our table. Every time we, okay, usually I, laughed out loud, she turned around and gave us the ugliest, nastiest, grossest look anyone has ever been given. She looked like she was in severe pain. She would swivel her head around on her neck, glare in our direction and then turn back around and shake her head at her companion.

The innocent:
Me, Liz and Caitlin
The three of us are sitting around, carrying on a conversation in a very normal tone of voice. Keep in mind that we are sitting in a BAR. I feel that is extremely important to the story. Every time TLATTBU turns around, we are in shock. The companion doesn’t really seem to care much, as she is a solid 40 years younger than the Lady. I kept saying that I was going to walk over there and ask her what’s wrong. But I didn’t. Until Liz and Caitlin decided that they wanted me to go ahead and let out one of my throw-my-head-back-out-loud laughs. Which I finally did.

TLATTBU spun around and glared at me so severely that I was completely shocked that she didn’t 1) fall off her bar stool or 2) throw her neck out. Finally, I could take no more or her rudeness.

Me: (smiling sweetly) Ma’am, I’m sorry. But do I know you?

TLATTBU: (nasty voice) I sure hope not.

At this point I’m thinking “Oh HELL no!” So, I jump off my bar stool and head on over. TLATTBU turns her back to me. TURNS HER BACK TO ME.

Me: Ma’am? Ma’am? Excuse me. I just thought I must know you because you keep turning around staring at me.

TLATTBU: (Still not exactly looking at me.) What? Oh, no. I didn’t see you sitting over there. I was just trying to figure out where that loud noise was coming from.

Bull S***

Me: Ma’am, I’m afraid that’s not entirely true. You’ve been staring at me the entire time I’ve been in this place. I’m extremely sorry if I’ve been loud, and I realize I have a loud laugh. But I just wanted to check on why you keep staring at me.

TLATTBU: What? Oh. No. I just didn’t see you sitting there.

She still isn’t really looking at me. I think at one point in time I actually put my hand on her arm. Not to be mean, but just as a gesture that I was “apologizing.”

Me: Ma’am, I really am sorry. I didn’t realize I was bothering you. I just wanted to tell you that since you’ve been staring at me since I walked in.

No response. I go sit back down. The following conversation was overheard by Caitlin “Supersonic Ears” as it was her seat that was situated roughly 1 yard from the lady.

TLATTBU to her companion: Can you believe that she had the nerve to come over here and be nice to me?!?!?! When she knows she was being loud and disruptive the entire time?!

Companion: inaudible due to the fact that we are in a loud BAR

TLATTBU: I mean, for her to walk over here and apologize!? The nerve. I can not believe she came over here being nice.

Companion: inaudible

Who knew being nice was a crime? And if she only knew what I really wanted to say to her. I only wish she’d overheard what Caitlin said about her when she loudly reminded the table that we are eating dinner at a BAR! If you want silence, eat in the restaurant!!!

All I could do was laugh and remind myself that there are people in this world who are truly miserable and feel sorry for them. Poor lady. How do you think she’d feel if she knew I was pitying her?