Last night, Wendy & I went out to dinner after her seminar, and a few things happened that I just have to write about. They just kind of blew me away... So without further ado:
1: We ended up at La Fontana after finding Mistral closed. It's someplace I've wanted to try for quite some time, but not so that I would make a point out of planning a visit. It's a nice little cozy Sicilian restaurant, not cheap, but the food was excellent. As our main course arrived, a young gentleman was shown to the table behind us. I could tell that he had money by the cut of his suit in the small glance that I caught. No matter, dinner was there, and it was fabulous. A cold cut, cheese and pine nut stuffed chicken breast. MMmmmmmmmmmm. A little while later, the gent's lady friend arrives, and after a quick hello, she dashes off to the restroom. When she returns, the room is filled with the scent of her freshly applied perfume. And there went the taste of the food, right out the window. Gone. Destroyed. I couldn't get around the cloying smell of her perfume, and had to take the rest of my dinner home. It even destroyed the flavor of the wine. Now that I think of it, the gent had a nice bottle, and it seemed to have turned also. Not sure if he tasted it before or after she arrived, though, so that may be a coincidence.
2: As we walk back to the car, Wendy points out that someone spit on the hood of my car. WTF??? It's not a magnet for trouble, it's a little dingy at the moment, 16 years old, not showy or anything, so I ask again, WTF???
3: On the way home we head over the West Seattle Bridge. This SUV slowly makes his way just ahead of us, and then cuts in front between me and the car ahead of me. Usually, this wouldn't really be anything I'd notice, except that there wasn't any other traffic, he wasn't moving any fatster than I, and there was so much space behind us he never should have pulled up next to me in the first place. WTF???
Is it just me? Am I being over-sensitive? Am I a magnet for rude obnoxious behavior? I certainly hope not...
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