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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Pigs In The Pantry

When in the mood for Chinese, we go to a place not far from us. The food is not greasy like some Chinese restaurants, very fresh vegetables and the Wor-Wonton soup is the best. The price is good, in fact we had our Christmas dinner at the place, Healthy Wok.

Most of the customers are from the Middle East a mix as is the neighborhood surrounding the restaurant.  Usually, not always, but usually the customers are civil. That was not the case tonight for a true pig in all its ugly grunting ways was at the table next to us.

A large, fat and ugly man with, I'm not sure a girlfriend or a wife or an employee, he treated her in the worse manner I have seen in a long time in a public place. Rude, dismissive, raising his voice and using his cell phone, rather her cellphone, to make a personal call.

Later, a young couple, they could have been brother and sister, they didn't look old enough to be married to each other, joined them. It wasn't until they joined the adults that the conversation changed suddenly to something tasteful. Before that it was dirty laundry a-plenty. Basically terrible accusations toward the female, to the point that if it was me, I would have told him to fuck himself. What women will put up with is amazing.  And if these were the parents of the two younger people, god help them but I doubt it. For one, the boy was red haired and quite attractive. The girl wasn't  bad looking either but the young man was stunning, tall, lean and dressed well. Not at all like the sloth with the head of a Gila monster that couldn't say one decent thing until the youngsters showed up. So I doubt they are related. How the two younger ones could have an appetite while in his company is beyond me.

It reminded me of the typical family, when the kids are around there is one face, when they are away the mask is taken off and the ugly truth is revealed. No wonder there are so many dysfunctional families.

2 comments:

  1. Maybe the kids were adopted. Like "Dexter." Makes for joyous thoughts, eh?

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  2. Poor things. It's one thing to pick bad friends but to be adopted by that couple would make one into a serial killer if you weren't born for the trade to begin with.

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