Sunday, March 28, 2004
Against my better judgement I went to the Northend Diner for a late afternoon meal with a loan from my parents secured. I found myself sitting in my usual booth which means the Diner's becoming more and more of a hangout from me. I suppose this all makes sense since it's less than a block from my door to its door. It reminds me of some reason of my Barpa Bill's in Banff. Not for any sense of atmosphere or the food, it's just that at both places I usually end up ending alone and reading the paper.
The diner wasn't particularly busy and the most animated conversations were occurring in and around the kitchen. The other patrons at the less animated booths were an elderly couple and an elderly man dining by himself. I didn't really take much notice of them until I was about 3/4's of the way through my own meal.
The elderly couple left and with them their background noise. I started to notice that the elderly man in the booth in front of me was mumbling to himself. At first nothing was audible aside from mumbling and grumbling, but as I focused more clearly on what he was saying I began picking up several strings of expletives, mmmgrhhrm grhmm ghmmrmmmm FUCK mmgmg FUCKING DMN. It then seemed to go on like a record with locking grooves.
I didn't really feel like finishing my salad.
The diner wasn't particularly busy and the most animated conversations were occurring in and around the kitchen. The other patrons at the less animated booths were an elderly couple and an elderly man dining by himself. I didn't really take much notice of them until I was about 3/4's of the way through my own meal.
The elderly couple left and with them their background noise. I started to notice that the elderly man in the booth in front of me was mumbling to himself. At first nothing was audible aside from mumbling and grumbling, but as I focused more clearly on what he was saying I began picking up several strings of expletives, mmmgrhhrm grhmm ghmmrmmmm FUCK mmgmg FUCKING DMN. It then seemed to go on like a record with locking grooves.
I didn't really feel like finishing my salad.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 7:38 PM 
