At the limited space restaurant in the train from Miami to New York tables are filled, as people come in, one by one, with four diners per table. There is no space for solo or couple dining. I went early to lunch and was seated in the first table with three chatty ladies in their fifties; and soon, an older black man was led to the next empty table. Two young Chinese guys on their twenties, stylish, and projecting the self assurance of people who are used to give orders, came in and were led by the waiter into the next table to be filled. I had seen them before, when they entered the train and into their car, and it was obvious that they had to have some money, for each of them to travel in two private rooms. When the waiter pointed to the table with the older black man, they said no, and without asking if they could sit on the next table, went ahead and sat facing each other. The waiter did not say anything. It was lunch time and some tables were not completely filled, so no issue with having a table taken over by two rather cocky millenials.
At dinner time it was a different story. I went early to eat, and again, got my three ladies companions to eat with me, frozen Amtrak haute cuisine. The older black man was led to the same table, and a line began to form, waiting to be seated. The story again happened, as the two Chinese young men decided to sit by themselves and refused to sit next to the man previously described, except, this time, the waiter had a surprise for them. Behind the Chinese guys there was a Latino couple who sat on the table with the man already described, and behind the Latino couple, there was a big black mama who was asked by the waiter to sit next to the two fashionable, self centered young men. The face of disgust of the one where the lady was going to be seated could be seen from a mile afar, and the lady saw it. Well, did she have a great time sitting next to him and pushing him to the edge of the table, against the wall. Not only did she stand her ground, she kept exchanging smiles of triumph with the older black man on the other table. By the way, when the kid saw the exchange of smiles, he gradually changed his disgusted demeanor to one of controlled fear.
I hope you do not believe for a minute, that I enjoyed scaring young guys who seem to be developmentally challenged, suffering of arrested emotional growth, with false ideas of grandeur and over blown value of the self. Not me.
At dinner time it was a different story. I went early to eat, and again, got my three ladies companions to eat with me, frozen Amtrak haute cuisine. The older black man was led to the same table, and a line began to form, waiting to be seated. The story again happened, as the two Chinese young men decided to sit by themselves and refused to sit next to the man previously described, except, this time, the waiter had a surprise for them. Behind the Chinese guys there was a Latino couple who sat on the table with the man already described, and behind the Latino couple, there was a big black mama who was asked by the waiter to sit next to the two fashionable, self centered young men. The face of disgust of the one where the lady was going to be seated could be seen from a mile afar, and the lady saw it. Well, did she have a great time sitting next to him and pushing him to the edge of the table, against the wall. Not only did she stand her ground, she kept exchanging smiles of triumph with the older black man on the other table. By the way, when the kid saw the exchange of smiles, he gradually changed his disgusted demeanor to one of controlled fear.
I hope you do not believe for a minute, that I enjoyed scaring young guys who seem to be developmentally challenged, suffering of arrested emotional growth, with false ideas of grandeur and over blown value of the self. Not me.
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