i hate when that happens

My husband and I went out last night for a seafood dinner at this pretty nice place on the river. Beautiful view that overlooked  a dock that jutted out over the calm lakes surface. The sun was setting in the sky and the clouds had various colors of white and pink. It was warm but there was a gentle breeze so we opted to sit outside.

We were the first diners on the outside deck then later others joined us one table filling then another. Couples sharing romantic moments, talking quietly.
Just enjoying each other.

Things were wonderful, and then THEY walked in.

You know the couple I'm talking about.

The ones who don't know how to act in public.

I hate when that happens.

Of all the rotten luck.

There was this couple in their late thirties early forties sitting near us, they made a sport out of calling their waitress to their table every chance they could get. It was like a tennis match watching their waitress going back and forth past our table to theirs, I wanted to scream it was so annoying!

It might have had a teensy bit to do with their alcohol consumption.  I lost count of how many shots of tequila they did before and during their meal and thankfully we left before they were finished. The more they drank the more demanding he became of their server.

"I'd like another Bud and a shot and I'd like it right away" he would say; loud enough for everyone to hear him.

Well hell; what's she gonna do go to Walmart and go shopping before bringing it back to the table?

 Jerk!

I hope you get a hangover.