“What can I bring you to drink?” asked our waiter, Roberto.
“Coffee,” Jerry said without looking up from the menu.
As Roberto sped away, I said to Jerry, “You sound kind of grumpy.”
He said, “My back hurts. I didn’t mean to sound grumpy. I’ll feel better when I have coffee.”
We scooped the warm complimentary tortilla chips into the bean dip and munched as we waited. Roberto returned to our table empty-handed.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t have regular coffee. We have decaf. Would you like decaf?”
Obviously, the couple didn’t read vibes. They ambled toward us anyway.
Sit in that other row. Not ours.
No! Don’t sit in our back row. Sit in another row.
The couple didn’t listen to my vibes. They stopped at our row and staggered in.
The view from your movie theater seat seems blurry after someone passing by shines a tiny flashlight in your eyes.
Jerry and I chose the matinee showing of our movie in the hope of escaping the crowds. We arrived early and picked the ideal viewing spot in the back row.
For maybe five minutes we had lots of space and room and a clear shot of the movie screen. Only two other women, way at the other end, shared our row. One held a cell phone with a panel of blinding apps.
