Listen to the body talk...

Body language. An amazing thing.

Two snapshots from the last few days:

#1 Where are you going? Where have you been?

A couple, a man and a woman in their mid-twenties, early-thirties come in. He is dressed in jeans and a shirt, both of which hang loosely. His shirt is a collared flannel shirt. It is tucked into his pants but pulls out in various places around his waist. His hair is short, but kind of shaggy, his beard untrimmed, his glasses cheap. The girl is dressed in a floral-patterned dress that looks better suited for a woman who is in her sixties. Her hair is poofy, but not bushy. It shows she has paid attention to her hair, but it hasn’t helped.




They sit in a booth and after the server takes their order I watch them from across the room. She sits with her hands on the table in front of her. Her back straight and stiff. She mostly remains quiet, but every so often her mouth moves and I assume she is talking. He sits slumped against the booth bench. His legs are stuck out straight and crossed at the ankles. After a minute or two he slides so he is wedged in the corner, still slouching, still legs extended and crossed. He looks anywhere but at the woman across from him.

I think he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than sitting at that booth.



#2 The down side of being right…

A group of six or seven women come in. About half are fifty plus in age, the other half twenty-five or less in age. They are all dressed for an evening out. Most in dresses or skirts. All in high heels. The younger girls totter and walk awkwardly on their heels, as do a couple of the older woman. A thin blond in her fifties is seated at the head of the table. Her shirt is very low cut and the tops of her breasts are pushed up and out. She has a tattoo of lightening or something similar on her right breast.

While waiting for the food, they are constantly up and about, leaning over each other and talking screechingly loud, taking a million pictures while blocking the door in front of the dish pit while they pose. The flashes are so incessant and unrelenting that it feels as if a posse of paparazzi have taken refuge in the dining room

It would seen these women are not used to dressing up and going out, nor are they familiar with the social conventions of going out to eat – and they sure tipped that way.


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