Loud Mouth in Kearney
It was a nice stake house really in Kearney, Nebraska. The table of three [two men and a woman] directly in front of me was boisterous. One man loudly, for the entire restaurant to hear, dominated the conversation. ‘I have seen enough of Doctor Phil to know all about how people behave”, he shouted to his booth mates. I hung my head, trying to avoid eye contact, and control my frustration. After all after a long blistering hot day on the road all I wanted was a hot meal and a little peaceful AC.
As the loud mouth left the restaurant he stopped at my table and said in a tone with slightly less volume, “It’s hell getting old”. The female companion added, “He is limping badly. Can’t hardly walk anymore”
“Oh but I can walk”, I said silently to myself even though on this point I too wanted to be a loud mouth. I thanked God for my blessings and ordered another glass of wine.