They were the loud table in the restaurant.
It was Friday night, and Renee and I were out on a date at a little Tex-Mex restaurant not far from our apartment. We generally go to this one not because it’s awesome, but because it is seldom crowded and the food is dependable and there aren’t as many TV’s as there are some places. (Side note: What in the hell is it with Tex-Mex restaurants putting TVs all over the place?)
Having ADHD, I often overhear other people’s conversation. Under the best of circumstances, I can’t avoid it, but these folks didn’t care who heard it. It was two women, obviously friends who hadn’t seen each other for a while. The huge margaritas on the table indicated they were here to have a good time, and it was obvious they were not on their first margarita, either.
The conversation went like this.
Woman #1: You dating anybody?
Woman #2: Oh yeah. There is this one guy sniffing around. He alright, but he is pushing too hard.
#1: Oh? What he doing?
#2: He just wants to be with me all the time. He wanted to come on this trip with me, but I told him I was going to Florida for work.
#1: He thinks you in Florida?
#2: Oh yeah. And that’s a mess too.
#1: What you mean?
#2: I was in my hotel room here in Jackson and he texted me, asking how the trip was going. I told him fine, but I wished I was at the beach instead of the class I was in. Then he said he had seen the news and was worried about me in the hurricane.
Well, I didn’t know nothing about no hurricane, so I didn’t say nothing, but went and checked the news. Turns out where I told him I was going was all up in the storm. So I waited, and then told him I was being evacuated.
#1: What?
#2: Yeah. In fact, I told him this morning I was staying at a shelter and couldn’t come home yet. He told me he wanted t come down and get me, but I told him not too, ‘cause the roads are too bad.
#1: He wanted to come get you?
#2: Yeah. See what I mean? He is just all up in my business.