I was at an inexpensive restaurant in Madrid with Cesar. It was crowded and we were forced to listen to the two women at the table next to us, bitching about work.
“José is all right,” said the one on the left. “But David? David is an hijo de puta.”
The Cesar said it. “You know the real reason people go to restaurants? To talk shit about other people.”
I thought about that for a minute. “You know what?” I said. “I know a David too. And he IS an hijo de puta.”
I looked around the restaurant, and at every table, someone was leaning forward, their face red with anger, gesticulating forcefully to stress what an asshole someone else was.
All except for one little old man in the corner. There he sat quietly, all alone, delicately eating a salad and staring into his glass of beer. Just a little old man, completely inoffensive, not bothering anybody.
But you could bet your sweet ass that somewhere, in some other restaurant in Madrid, someone was talking shit about him.
The last sentence seems written by Paul Auster .
I assume we are always bitching about other people , I don´t know why we should stop talking shit in restaurants .Spanish restaurants are way more comportable than a fuckin´ Starbucks, so at least we can do it at ease. That what counts in the end
Jaja, i like it.
Thought i go to restaurants more for the pleasure of eating & drinking.
We got a funny spanish expression of taliking shit about someone is “poner verde” “ponerle verde” “poner verde a alguien”, that would be to “put him green”. I think it may sound funny to and english-speaker, as many made-expressions do in different languages to the foreigner.
Jaja, i like it.
Thought i go to restaurants more for the pleasure of eating & drinking.
We got a funny spanish expression of taliking shit about someone is “poner verde” “ponerle verde” “poner verde a alguien”, that would be to “put him green”. I think it may sound funny to and english-speaker, as many made-expressions do in different languages to the foreigner.
I like the last stuff about the old man.