Saturday, July 3, 2010

Share The Air, Spare My Ear.


While running errands, I made the improptu descision to have a quick bite at a Local Wendys Restaraunt. I rarely eat Franchised Fast food, despite the fact that this is the second post relaying my experience at them. Although the following activities can be and are occuring in just about every public place accross the Country, my encounter today was at Wendys. I chose to eat my Boneless Chipote Hot Wings in the store because there were only two of the twenty or so tables occupied. One by a 20 something Latina women with her 2 year old and an infant in a carriage; and one by two teenage Latina girls. Both seemed to have been there a while and seemed to be ready to depart at any moment. I brain-worked all of this because I know that I'm easily annoyed by loud abraisive people in public eviornments. I received my food and sat down just as the two teens were leaving (plan preceeding as scheduled). But as murphy would have it the young Mother stayed, and then she proceeded to pull out her cell phone (a major glitch in the plan). She spent the next 10 minutes unleashing a barrage of profanity, peppered with ghetto colloquialisms. She left the restaurant without missing a note. Just as I began to revel in the quiet, an employee on break sat down at a table nearby and began a long loud conversation on her cell phone. If you remember, I stated that there were some twenty odd tables at the establishment. Appearently, the one that I chose was in the center of a desired vortex. The employee seemed to have an endless break in which to carry on her endless conversation; but I was only a few bites away from freedom. Before I could take the last bite of my chipote, another Patron (black male 40ish)sat down at the next table, and positioned himself to face me directly. This angle obstructed his view of over 80 percent of the restaurant, but appearently the disired vortex was not only by physical proximity but also visual. When the last chipote was eaten, and the last ounce of Hi-C finished; I left the restaurant as if it was on fire. People if you must use your cell in public, please keep your sorted conversations clean, short and quiet; and follow the unwriiten Laws of personal space as dicated in America; not China. Business owners Please govern your unruly clients, before they become your only clients.

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