Thursday, November 02, 2006

Apparently I was a little harsh in my last blog. One commenter (show yourself, Anonymous, SHOW YOURSELF) told me I needed to "ease up". Let me say at the outset (my sister will chuckle at that last little phrase:)) that I was not intending to be negative or nasty or any of those things...I was merely observing, and if I happened to be surrounded by crappy people, is that really my fault?

However, since I'm an easily accomodating blogger, I am yet again at Panera, and I will attempt a much more positive spin on my observations.

There are two ladies seated at the table next to me. One is black and one is white. Hooray!

There are a couple of blue-collar looking men at the table in front of me. One is smiling and has a big American flag on his hat. He probably supports George Bush and likes to beat his wife, but today he is happy, and at Panera refreshing himself and his plaid shirt with bread. For that, I am grateful.

There is a lady seated with her back to me. This makes me happy, because I'm pretty sure in real life, we wouldn't get along. However, her highlights look nice.

There is an old man sitting in a chair by the fire. He looks deep in thought, but content. A small smile plays around the corner of his lips and he reminds me briefly of Christmas wrapped in Valentines Day wrapped in your fifth birthday where your parents hired a REAL PONY for your party.

There's a lady seated at a booth a few tables over. She observes her laptop intently, like a small mouse checking out a piece of cheese (the cheese, which oddly enough, has been placed on a piece of wood which boasts a spring and a lovely metal bar). Now she is smiling. Mice don't smile. (SNAP!)

Was that better? ;)


Anonymous said...

chuckle. :)

Anonymous said...

I am not the anonymous who said "ease up" but I would LOVE to know why I can't post as my own identity and have to post under anonymous. Very annoying.
-- Heather

kim said...

Heather.....have you tried posting under "other"....then type in your name....that usually works.

shakkahop said...

i can feel your silent judgement's everywhere i go.

-mr. hill

Anonymous said...

I can smell your silent-but-deadly's everywhere I go.

Tammy said...

Observe away!!

Heather said...

Yes, I've been thinking about this blog posting for a few days now. :) Probably because Panera's broccoli cheddar (FATTY!) soup is a major craving at this point in my life. Aww man... it's sooo good! So I'm not as witty as my cynical sister but I can imagine someone thinking "there's a fat pregnant woman beside me stuffing her face with fatty soup and a white bagette, telling her loud little girl to speak more quietly (why is she so loud if she's a little girl? aren't girls supposed to be quiet and dainty?). I can tell the woman is pregnant with her FIFTH child (WHO has five children these days? is she nuts?!) She is puffy and fat and disgusting and she REALLY needs a touch up on her highlights. She should put down her spoon RIGHT NOW and step away from the soup..." :)

Was that good?? :)

kim said... make me LAUGH!

Commodore said...

You know what's funny? the other day as I was leaving for work at the factory, I gave my wife the usual punch in the mouth and decided to put another "W" sticker on my truck. I was in such a good mood, I decided to eat at Panera with my buddies.

God bless the USA!

Anonymous said...

I called this escort service to order a prostitute, and to my horror she wanted to meet at Panera. I agreed but arrived a little early to make sure Sarah wasn't there.

Anonymous said...

Good stuff, but you confuse me with your erroneous stereotypes. Blue collar workers are union card carrying dems so I doubt they would be sporting "W" stickers. But they still might beat their wives since their favorite garments are those infamous "wife beaters" made by non-union $1.25 an hour workers in some third world country.

Sarah said...

You're right. I shouldn't have been so stereotypical. Not all blue collar workers wear flannel and work boots. I should have said "lumberjack" or "mountain man" to conjure up a better picture.