--> I am seating on a sunny Sunday, at one of my fav cafes. I have ordered the Morcilla Breaky.
--> A couple arrives and seats next table. Their table is separated five centimetres (literally) from mine.
--> My meal arrives. It looks Yum! I start eating. It tastes yummy.
--> He looks at me (meaning my morcilla breaky) mesmerized. Staring.
> (He tells her) it looks great, isn't it?
< (She tells him) Yes, you should order it.
--> (I keep munching)
--> (He keeps looking at me and/or my morcilla, or both. He does so several times).
--> (The friend they were waiting finally arrives and joins the party, and the waitress approaches their table)
> What are you having, guys?
< What is she having? ("she" is me! at barely 5 cms.)
--> (The whole table plus the confused waitress look at me. The waitress is lost for a moment as my breakfast is almost finished).
>> (I reply) The morcilla breaky....
--> (They ignore me. No Thank yous. They are too, how to put it... rude? obnoxious? What about the constant staring? What about talking about me and my morcilla as if we were mere projections on a screen and I was not there? What about learning to communicate using their vocal cords instead of their eyes and asking me directly from the very beginning?)
--> What is wrong with you, WTF people?!
(WHERE? Cantina 663, Mt Lawley)
