As I sit down at my table, one of the sweet servers sided up to me and whispers, "Girl, you are gone get you a boyfriend looking so pretty like you do"! I laughed and countered that there weren't many prospects in the dining room as the whole place is made up of about 99% women, and old women at that, and I wasn't about to go bar hopping. At least, not yet.
She says "you got to get out! you got to go someplace where they's people! Go to the shopping center, go to Walmart! They be lots of men out there looking for a beautiful woman like you!" I smiled, thanked her for her advice, and took my seat next to my 92 year old classy lady friend who loves to brag about her wealthy family and complain about the residents.
Another resident drags up a chair and allows as to how she just doesn't feel comfortable at that other table anymore and she was going to sit at our table. ( "Our" table used to be a table of one, until I started sitting with the classy lady because she was alone.) The other two seats are now up for grabs. The transient resident said she used to sit at that table over there, but they started filling it up before she got there, so she's moved to the other one where she doesn't feel "right" and now she's coming to ours. What a mess!
I allowed as to how I wished there would be assigned seating so that everybody had someone to sit with and nobody would be left alone or feeling like they were unwelcome at a table. My 92 year old classy lady, black eyes flashing, nearly threw a hissy fit when I said that. She didn't care if anyone ever sat at her table and there were some she didn't want to sit at her table and she had been there 22 years and blah, blah, blah and all they did was gossip!
Now, I'm sitting here thinking that I chose to sit with this classy old lady because she was alone and I felt sorry for her sitting by herself, and she's ranting and raving about this and that person doing so and so and used a few choice words in the process. I've heard over and over about how she's donated to our fine home and now I'm thinking, uh oh, I done got myself into a situation. Maybe that rumor I heard about her just might be true.
Now I've already spoken to classy lady about her talking about people and told her that if she didn't stop it, I was going to move to another table. I told her that nobody had been rude to me, tried to bully me, or talked too much. She looked at me in disbelief that day, but I think she knows I meant it.
I'm not sure I'm ready for life in the fast lane. I could scope out Walmart or the shopping center after all. I just hope I don't run into the dude again who wanted to look at my feet. He definitely wasn't my type. Bar hopping at the Ritz Carlton may be my last resort. At least the clientele may be dignified.
