Overheard at the Sushi Bar
Have you seen these funny sushi pillows? They’re made of cotton, but they’re making me hungry!
So there I was today, out having sushi with my boys–who I should add, were very polite lunch dates–and as we enjoyed our little conveyor belt sushi lunch, I couldn’t help but overhear the wild spat between a woman and a man at the table next to ours, which went like this …
Woman: “I’m sick of your emotional vacancy, your complete and utter lack of regard for my feelings. I’m done. I’m done with your sh*#. We’re done. We’re through. Are you hearing me? We’re through. You and me. You and I. Done. D.O.N.E. done.”
Man (to waiter): “Check please.”
Waiter: “How was everything?”
Man (with huge smile, which looked genuine): “Great!”
Woman (smug, angry, crying): “We’re done.”
Man: “Yes we are.”
They left in separate directions.
And sushi always seemed like such a happy food. Sigh.
P.S. My 3 year old can put down a plate of tempura and two full avocado rolls in under a half hour. He is 25 percent Japanese. Must be in the genes!