These short work weeks, although good for the soul, really screw with my sense of keeping time. At work, I am a creature of habit. At home, not at all. We have a certain crew that rotates through my location certain days of the week. Fridays are usually the let’s all go out to lunch day. Yesterday we ended up with the usual Friday crew so of course we went out to lunch.
No matter what the stress level in the office, take us out of our element and not only are we going to have fun but so are most of the people within a 50 yard radius. We’re infectious, what can I say. (If you are interested and local, shoot me an e-mail and I’ll let you know where we are dining this Friday)
Today we noticed a very odd pairing of co-workers. We don’t know “for sure” if they were co-workers but all actions lead us to believe that scenario. We witnessed 4 of the homeliest women in Northern Virginia seated with an attractive man. Under normal circumstances, the group would not have drawn any attention. However, this group deserved recognition due to the body language of the alpha male. The booth they were seated in was basically in the shape of a circle, the booth itself elevated by one step. The women were bunched together chatting, laughing, conversing. The gentleman was at the end of this booth, seated at the farthest edge of the cushion with one foot one the floor. His posture reminded me of someone who was going to take off running. He looked painfully uncomfortable both physically and socially. He was not engaged in any of the conversations taking place at the booth, he was either watching one of the many TVs in the place or gazing in any direction but the booth itself. Before the women arrived, he spent about 10 minutes arranging the items strategically on top of the table; the salt and pepper shakers, catsup and the specials menu.
What can I say, there was a slight delay in receiving our food and I am a people watcher.
So what do you think was the deal with this man? He certainly was not there to enjoy the company.
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Ummm, sex slave? Okay, probably not.
Uncomfortable manager forced into social interaction? Son? Nephew?
Just a loon? I once saw a lady clearing tables at a restaurant. Then I realized she had no name tag and wasn't a worker. Just an OCD who was compelled to "tidy up" after folks left their table.
DAMN I was going to guess sex slave. Did you check to see if he had written S.O.S. with the grains of salt?????
t2ed and Fanny: You know it never occured to me that he may have been in trouble. Now I feel sorry for him.
You would be ready to run to if you had to have lunch with all his ex wifes
If he's a sex slave, I think he's there by choice.
Kind of like one of those people who will come and clean your house but only if you let them do it naked and order them around.
oh yea.....naked house cleaning......
He was a paid escort?
He lost a bet?
The Hostess seated him at the wrong table?
I would have gone over to him and started talking :) or at LEAST sent him a shot of something!
Dave: Ex wives? Hmmmm...could be.
Red: All good ideas. I am ashamed that I didn't send him a drink. Next time.......
I would say he is the brother of one of the girls.
He is marrying one of the other's best friends
He is there because they are gonna tell him what he can and cannot do at his stag.
Or they are planning a shower and had to let him in on it so he will get the girl there.
LOL....all great ideas!!!
I'd love to come up with something creative and witty, but I'm all wittied out...LOL
Polygamist who is on the verge of renouncing his lifestyle and becoming monogamous?? Brother with four crony sisters?? Former priest who just renounced his vows and thought he'd dip into the gene pool only to finally realize he's actually gay??
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