I almost never eat breakfast. It's a bad habit, I know. Nevertheless...
After a long day of dealing with moving and apartment issues, I was extremely hungry. Mexican sounded good, especially after missing lunch as well. Off to
Acapulco Fresh for a fish burrito or two.
I walk in. A woman with a couple of kids is eating dinner off in one corner. I order. I start loading up on salsa and pico de gallo at the salsa bar. About this time, the woman approaches me. Her young boys are hovering several steps behind. She walks right up to me, dangerously close. I have just enough time to notice that she's very pretty and dressed in very sexy business attire. Then, she
accosts* me.
"My four year old is having a melt down while we're eating our dinner in the corner over there. Will this bother you while you're in here?"
"What?", I mumble.
She repeats herself.
"Uh... No?", I stammer. Avoid confrontation. Don't make eye contact. Grovel.
"Are you certain you won't be bothered? He's making a big fuss. Yelling, screaming and throwing a tantrum. That won't interfere with your meal?", she asks.
"Nope. Not at all.", I say looking at the two kids who haven't made a peep during this entire exchange. "My order is to go."
Just then another customer walks in. Guy. Maybe mid-forties. Hearing him enter, the woman turns, muttering something like 'Ahh, someone else is here to eat!' She marches uncomfortably close to him. He receives a quick recitation of more or less the same thing she said to me. I watch the initial confusion and then the reluctance to get involved spill across his face. Glancing at me, he quickly reassures her, "No, my meal won't be affected by your child's tantrums."
Once satisfied with our responses, he and I being the only other patrons, she hurries back to her booth in the back, kids in tow.
The new customer and I look at each other, shake our heads and stifle our laughter.
* The third definition is not one I was familiar with before looking it up just now. Now the verb seems all the more appropriate.