Sometimes, what you overhear when dining alone at a restaurant arranges itself like poetry.
I was alone last Sunday night at a restaurant we frequent in Bay St. Louis, MS, where we have our tiny ‘bay camp’ called Gumbo Cove.
I had a wee table in the back corner and wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but couldn’t help but overhear snippets of conversation from the patrons at surrounding tables. It struck me as wonderful (albeit random) prose so I surreptitiously captured a few of the sentences and used poetic license to arrange them for you here.
The Little Ones Make the Most Noise
But you paid for the drinks The Saints did win today Well, you know ... he was very rich I didn’t know it was her birthday It was an anxiety attack A coach that good has to be making millions I guess that didn’t work out the way you wanted it to How did it go last week The little ones make the most noise I want y’all to be the ones sitting in the velvet chairs sometimes
My favorites were “I want y’all to be the ones sitting in the velvet chairs sometimes” and “The little ones make the most noise”. I have no idea what they were talking about, but those are catchy phrases!
(Photos are from different trips to this restaurant, but the vantage point was about the same.)
I really like dining alone at a restaurant occasionally; it can be an exercise in mindfulness – or the inspiration for a poem or blog post. 😁 How about you?
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