Not
much. The other day I was facing a woman in a restaurant. No problem with that,
she had her table and I had mine. It was a pretty nice place and I was looking
forward to a quiet lunch.
All
was going well until I looked up from my smoked salmon and noticed that the
woman was busy picking her teeth with a toothpick (Either she brought her own
or asked because there were none on the table.)
What
a dreadful sight to behold. She was just diggin’ a way. I guess she didn’t
consider going to the restroom to really get down to business.
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| The expression of Her Majesty demonstrates brilliantly how I feel about the picking of teeth in public. |
There’s
nothing to say to someone who uses toothpicks at a table, unless you know them
well, very well. Now, if a
particle of the woman’s lunch came flying over to my table, I wouldn’t hesitate
to say, “Excuse me, Miss, a piece of your lunch is now on mine. I wish you
wouldn’t do that at the table.”
Maybe I should lose the last part? Or maybe the part about the piece of lunch?
Oh,
I don’t know what I would say. I give up on public tooth picking pickers.
1 comment:
Hi!
Just FYI: Here in northern Europe, it is standard and acceptable to request and use toothpicks after a meal (though I would never do this).
Sometimes I'm at table surrounded by fellow diners, all of whom have one hand shielding the other (and the latter is madly picking away...) Yuck:-)
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