My husband and I decided at the last minute to go to the little Italian restaurant on the corner for dinner tonight. The food is pretty good, the atmosphere is cozy, but unfortunately the tables are spaced a little too closely to allow for intimate conversation. But we figured we were getting an early enough start that we’d pretty much have the place to ourselves and privacy would not be much of a concern. And we were right ---- at least for the first half hour we were there.
Just as our meals were arriving, a really sweet-looking older couple came in and was promptly seated at the table right next to us. We did our best to keep our voices down so as not to intrude on their conversation and they seemed to be returning the favor as best they could. But it was impossible not to pick up on bits and pieces of each other’s discussion. And of course I could not help but smile to myself when I heard their conversation turn to George Bush and the lady say: “He sure made a mess of things – eh?”
It seems they were pretty much doing what we had decided to do, have a nice meal, skip the speech, and avoid the heartburn that comes with listening to this President tell us how he is going to make a big mess even bigger.
When our bill was brought to the table, they were just finishing up their meals. The gentleman and his wife turned to us and started up a conversation. We learned they were winter visitors from