| August 16, 2004 - The spoiled, little wench |
| Dear Friends, I must tell you all about the spoiled, little wench it was my misfortune to encounter on Friday evening. First off, I had been having many cocktails at a bar where they were showing interminable interviews with, and videos by, Little Miss Britney Spears, whom I absolutely loathe. So of course that didn't put me in the right frame of mind for dealing with others who thought they were Miss Spears. I left the bar and went to an Italian restaurant to grab a bite. While I was waiting for my food, I became aware of this 14 year old girl, her mother, and her baby sister sitting near me. Boy, was the 14 year old spoiled! I'm not really certain what happened, but at one point she flung herself out of her chair and stamped her cute little, pink-toenailed feet, and bobbed her head in that sassy way young teeneagers have; just like Britney does! Anyway, I realized there was no way I could sit near them, so I moved to a different table. The waiter came out with my food and was obviously startled to find my previous table abandoned, but after looking around a bit, he espied me waving to him. He came over and asked why I had moved. I told him I just couldn't deal with the pouty little teenager and asked if he knew them. He answered yes, that they come to the restaurant about once a month. So I'm sitting there eating, when another woman joins the teenager's table and soon after that an older man sits down with them. He immediately says to the teenager, "Nos morituri te salutantas". Then at her questioning what he's just said, he says, "I'm studying Latin and German". I wanted so much to very discretely write on a napkin, "Since you're so hep on learning Latin, I hope you won't mind a correction. The phrase is 'Nos morituri te salutamus'." But then I thought, "Nah. He would just resent it because it would make him look less than a genius in everyone else's eyes." Then, my dears, somehow or other the teenager got into an argument with the woman who had joined her family. It went something like this: "Did not!." "Did, too!" "Did not!" "Did, too!" "Did not!" "Did, too!" "Did not!" "Did, too!" I wanted to yell to the woman, "For God's sake, stop it! You're just encouraging her pubescent behavior!" The waiter came back over at that point and I said to him, "Damn! I wish I hadn't moved tables now. I keep a website and it would be great to write about those people, but I can't hear everything they're saying!" He told me I could move back if I wished or that he could even introduce me to them. I declined the offer and early the next morning I realized that he might have been a friend of theirs! Oh, my. After a bit, the girl's waiter brought out her party's food. As he leaned slightly forward to put the plate in front of her, she grabbed his head and ruffled his hair, "You're just sooooo cute!" No one intervened! I half expected her mother to slap her and say, "Stop acting like a whore right this minute!" What, dear Friends, is wrong with people these days that they let their teenaged daughters manhandle a waiter in public? Then, as the waiter went outside to serve people on the patio, the girl turned completely around in her seat to watch him through the plate glass window! I firmly suspect that she's going to be one of those girls, if she isn't already, that all the other girls hate, but the guys just love, 'cause she has peanut butter legs....spreads easy. Now, dear Friends, I encountered another evil wench when I was on the way to Helsinki on the Gabriella. My friends and I were sitting in the Fun Lounge waiting for the band to start and right near us was a woman and her two daughters. The daughters were about 8 and 6 and both of them had glowsticks that they had got from somewhere. The glowsticks had to be rapped up against something in order to start the chemicals inside glowing, so the 8 year old took hers and was viciously cracking it across her little sister's arms! My friend, Zena, and I began watching her. She had long blonde hair and was wearing huge hoop earrings and some sort of fake fur wrap. But the worst thing about her, other than her appearance, were her eyes. Even in the dim lighting, I could see that she had these ice blue eyes that looked utterly soulless! Zena said she looked possessed. The next day at breakfast, I realized she was sitting at a table near mine so I got a better look at her. Her eyes seemed even more devoid of humanity in the daylight! Her eyes reminded me of those of a chimpanzee that I saw in a documentary, even though the chimpanzee's eyes were brown. This particular chimp and her adolescent son made a game of going around to new mothers, grabbing their babies, and killing the little things. At one point they showed a close-up of the evil chimpanzee mom, and her eyes had a total lack of feeling, just like that little girl's! You could tell that little girl thinks nothing of stomping on cats' tails and I predict that one day she'll be a vicious murderess, whom they'll end up locking away in a Scandinavian prison and forcing to eat pickled herring several times a day. Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |