I'll tell you about the night we stopped at the local pub for a bite to eat while planning the whole shim-dig that we had for my brother-in-law. It was a Saturday night and every restaurant in town was packed. It's winter in Michigan so there's football on the televisions and people having a grand time cheering for their favorite team. We pulled in to the parking lot and based on how many cars were there, we assumed there might be a wait for a table. We must have got there at just the right time because it wasn't more than 5 minutes, if that. I overheard the owner reminding her staff that there was a reservation for fifteen people expected in about 10 minutes. Others were pouring in the front door and we'd just taken the last table. Suddenly a loud mouthed dweeb of a man walks in with his arm around a busty brunette, proclaiming his presence. He wanted a table for him and his friends. He was told that it might be as much as 25 to 30 minutes before they could accommodate him and his obnoxious friends. He then proclaimed "Don't you know who I am!" He was only a few feet away from our table. I smiled at his stupidity, sat back, ordered a cocktail and dinner and watched as he paced the floor, bothering the bar-keeps. I enjoyed my dinner and my conversation with my husband. It had been a while since we'd relaxed a bit. We watched as others that came before him were seated and the large party filtered in as well. As we settled our bill, I noticed the man still did not have a table. We let him have ours as we left to go home.
|Disclaimer: This is not that man.|
The energy that he gave off right from his entry into the pub was very negative. I think everyone there took great pride in making him wait. And I still don't know who he was.