So we went to dinner at a very nice restaurant for what should have been an enjoyable meal. Instead, a man at the next table thought everyone around him should know what he was drinking, what his politics were, what his investments were like and what he thought of celebrities from arnold schwarzenneger to mike blumberg.
i wanted to give him my check at the end of the meal since he ruined our dinner. but my husband wouldn't let me.
I've always found that the volume of people's voices in public is inversely proportionate to their intellect.
Some days i just don't know....
Next time consider asking to be moved to another table. If that doesn't fly, talk to the Waiter or the Maitre d' Life is too short Dear.