So, Hubby and I were having dinner recently with annoying couple M. and K. Now, you may ask, if they’re annoying why did we go out with them?
But perhaps I should re-phrase, we went to a wedding and they happened to be seated at our table. All through the soup and way into the main meal, we were regaled with tales from M. about how successful he is, how he started his business, where he limes on a weekend, why we should all go together soon (ick...), how his kids were at the best schools - yadda yadda yadda. Did I mention he had awful table manners as well? (but…I’ll spare you the gory details!)
How I wished I could escape…
But as they say, you gotta be careful what you wish for. Just like that - while ready to dig into the chocolate éclair on my plate, I got afflicted with the worst tummy pain you could imagine. I could feel my face turning green, so I made a fast get-away to the ladies’ room. As I sat glumly (and alone) in the hotel bathroom, missing Mr. Éclair… I couldn’t help but think that at every wedding, there’s a guest like “M” to be found.
You know? The person so insecure about himself, he ends up boasting and telling his whole life story to a bunch of strangers who would just rather he’d shut up so they can have that last bite in peace. Oh well…we can’t escape the “M’s” out there, so the best we can do is to enjoy the dessert along the way!
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