We got to Applebee's around 6:20 and saw that much to our dismay, we weren't the only one's with a hankering for some nourishment.
We asked how long the wait would be-and decided it wasn't worth it.
We turned to exit the building exactly as an elderly woman stopped (what i can only assume) to take a rest from the treacherous stairs she had just descended and blocked the only way out.We patiently waited for her to once again move, and when there was an opening Mike expertly slipped through. I attempted to follow but I underestimated her girth and exhaustion, and was once again trapped and she turned and waited for the rest of her party.
The idea crossed my mind to simple say, "excuse me," and go on through, but as i was about to put my plan into action, she was joined by another female who attempted to say something to her, but was met with an ear perceiving, "WHAT?"
I decided it was best to just wait out the storm.
I saw the rest of her party yet to join her as an older gentleman started walking down the stairs to the right near the exit.
I turned and smiled to myself thinking, "Oh my, I might as well settle in for a bit," and put my hands in my coat pockets.
Meanwhile-Mike was scared, alone, and freezing outside in the cold. He waited patiently for me and worried to the core and asking himself , "What is going on in there? Will she be alright?" (He has yet to verify these were his thoughts, but i think i know him well enough to just assume)
Back inside I stood still smiling and thinking to myself, "Oh the delicacies i will have once i leave this establishment," until i was rudely interrupted by a gruff, "Stop your smiling girly! One day you'll be old and have to walk down stairs."
I was stunned by the abrasiveness of the old man and quickly and cleverly retorted, "ummmmmmmmmmmm," as he walked through the exit.
At least I was free from the hot loud torture chamber as i saw the old lady and behind my nemesis clear the doorway. Moving with the precision of a spider and smoothness of a snack, I quietly I followed their path. Once i reached the door to freedom i saw Mike glowing in the distance- a symbol of hope and delicious food which we soon would eat.
To my right i heard a slow and LOUD (i can only assume he or those around him may have been hard of hearing as all group members too were in the senior years of life) disapproving tone repeating my previous awkward encounter, "As we were leaving...... there was a girl laughing at me.... as i walked down the stairs....."
I could no longer stand for this slandering of my character!
I shouted, "I wasn't laughing at you!" The old man looked at me and continued on his story. "I said to her, 'Stop your---"
I walked to Mike's side and repeated, "I wasn't laughing at him! I wasn't."
3 comments:
That would have made me upset too! He sounds like a mean old man.
i don't have anything against old people - i love old people. and someday we will all be old. but i DO have everything against GRUMPY old people. i'm glad you told him what's what, even if his old ears couldn't hear you. next time you should go yell it right in his face.
i just don't know if i dare set foot in an Applebee's again- now that i know what kind of rough crowd frequents there.
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