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. â€˜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.