I was walking around Lincoln Square the other day and looking at the menu for this place called the Fiddlehead Cafe, which a friend had said was good.
The restaurant has the type of windows that lures those interested in outdoor seating, but really they are just big windows that open wide and leave you prey to annoying people walking by.
Annoying Person: You went to Swarthmore??
Confused Father: Uh, yeah?
Annoying Person: Your shirt. It says Swarthmore.
Confused Father: Oh. Yeah. [Clearly not conscious of his wardrobe choices, a little irritated, and enjoying his meal.]
Annoying Person: We both went there. [Points to Small Asian Mate]. Class of '98. What class were you?
Confused Father: [mid-bite] Uh, '92.
Annoying Person: [Speaking on behalf of Small Mute Asian Mate] We loved it. That's where we met.
Confused Father: Ahh. [Looks at family. Like Asian, also mute.]
Annoying Person: Sorry. Didn't mean to disturb your lunch. Nice talking with you!
Ok, so Confused Father was a little jerky maybe, but he was enjoying his food, and Annoying Person was a little dense and should have gotten the clue that Confused Father did not want to talk.
This made Menu-Gazing Professional Eavesdropper laugh because she bought a Skidmore t-shirt before moving here having told her friend Bob who helped her pick it out that it may lead her to new friends. She is going to stop writing in the third person, and she would never wear her Skidmore t-shirt to a restaurant; it's big and more for running...running running or errand running. I would act exactly as Confused Father did if I were approached by any others but Attractive, Seemingly Cool, Mute-Asian-Mate-Free Skidmore Alumni. Call me superficial. I am.
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