We ended up having a bite to eat at a fancy dancy diner very near us. Its the kind of place that people go to to find food that removes the smell from poo, if you get my meaning. I like going there just to make it less special for those who are there. Joe doesn't like going there but will if pressed to. Having failed to find anything at the food court that excited our imaginations, we headed over to the hoity toity cafe.
Laden with a tray full of exsquite food, we took a table. There was little space and we were only inches away from people at the next table. The fellow, a young man maybe 32 or 33, was holding forth. He spoke frankly about lying to his wife, making promises that he never intended to keep, 'just for the sake of peace'. He swore her to secrecy and then launched into character assassinations of a variety of people they knew in common and then said, without irony, 'and they are all such incredibly vicious gossips.'
He moved on to talking about his work place and how he'd discovered a way to fool the comptuer so that it logs him working when he's not. He spoke about taking stuff home and 'forgetting to return it''. His supervisors were all inept and untrusting(!) and his co-workers simply didn't understand his merit. His conversation made me feel dirty. I didn't want to listen but I was seated so I was looking right at him and we were only inches apart. He noticed me there but then dismissed me, being all disabled and fat and all, as beneath the radar, so much so that he need not guard his tongue.
and then ...
she asked him if he was going to have dessert. He said, and this is a direct quote, 'No, I'm being virtuous today.'