~ stop staring at our food! ~
i don’t like being stared while eating. i don’t think it’s my pet peeve, i just think it’s plain rude to stare.
there were two old ladies sitting next to us (ari and i) in this little cafe in Forrest Hills. we’ve seen them many times in this cafe. they dress like teenagers, wearing bright colors clothings, they have those trendy barretts all over their hair, and they talk really loud. we think they’re mentally challenged, cause their speech isn’t clear, kind of mumbling. we’ve been trying to avoid them as much as we could, cause we think they’re just…. weird.
so anyway, the cafe is kinda small and the tables are placed closely to each other. when they walked towards our table, we were like, “oh no!”… and, of course, they picked the table right next to us.
first of all, sitting next to people who just couldn’t stop talking loudly is already uncomfortable. maybe they both are a bit deaf as well. but the thing is, they kept looking at us while we’re trying to shove our hamburgers into our mouth. they constantly turned their body toward us, staring at our mouth. if we looked back at them, they quickly changed and stared at our plates, instead. they sat only about 2 feet away from us and they really invaded our sense of personal space. ugh!
that went on for about 45 minutes. i became so concious about the way i ate. and eating a big messy gyro didn’t help much either. i wasn’t even sure if they are actually talking about us or not. i could hear every single syllable they said, but since they sounded more like gargling than talking, i couldn’t understand a thing. the whole experience was just very uncomfortable.
we left as soon as the last fries swallowed.