Bring a tub of macaroni to your cafe...

I recently had the opportunity to revisit my favorite cafe. I bring my computer and a good book and then hunker down at a table. There is music piping throughout the joint, and it often times helps me concentrate. I sip my coffee and look around the room. Everyone looks around them to see what is going on. Things usually appear pretty normal. Some people are typing away on their computers while others are writing or sketching or simply talking. Normalcy.

I was aghast the other day when I turned behind me. There was a larger woman who had been rapidly spooning chunks of preheated macaroni into her mouth. The tub of macaroni was enormous, and this woman had no shame. It looked like she had prepared it a week ago. There were small drippings on the corners of her mouth. She ate hurriedly and sloppily brought her coffee cup to her mouth. This vile display ruined my late afternoon. I wondered how the management let this eating display take place in their cafe. I turned to the woman and she gave me a nasty scowl. She said: "Mind your business...get back to that stupid blog of yours. Let me stuff my fat face in peace, bitch."