The contractor was here on Thursday. I took a break from painting my office and went out to do some errands. OK, I ran away from home. The unfamiliar sounds, the paint and mastic smells, the other (albeit very nice) people in the house, the limited noontime access to the kitchen!
When my lunch bell rang, I was near Central Seafood, a Chinese restaurant that a friend had recently recommended. I never think of going here, it doesn't have much presence. It's tucked into the corner of a shopping mall, and doesn't seem to have a sign. I can never remember the name, and it's such a vague name anyway. But it was right there.
I barely was settled in with a nice linen napkin draped on my lap, when the noise began. A couple of tables behind me, a woman began ranting, "Do you think that's a new idea? Do you think I never thought of that? I'm a decorator! I tell other people what to do! Listen to yourself! Do you think I don't know what I need for my own kitchen?! Who are you to tell me what to do in my own kitchen?! I know about materials! I know about colors!"
Oh, crap.
Maybe Ms. Big-Mouth's dining companion quietly committed suicide, or maybe Ms. Big-Mouth simply took her own advice and listened to herself. She eventually simmered down, began using some version of her inside voice, and continued talking about her kitchen remodeling.
So much for getting away from it all.
(BTW, the food was good. It was an interesting menu, but I went for the most b-flat -- standard -- of all luncheon specials: wonton soup and shrimp lo mein. Quick, tasty, $6.75, and enough to require a doggy bag. The place has huge tanks of live fish and shellfish, hence its name. I wouldn't mind trying out their Dungeness crab, assuming I could do so without taking out a second mortgage.)
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