Jer-ry! Jer-ry! Jer-ry!

My partner makes me accompany her into a burger joint packed with clubgoers – no doubt full of alcohol – at 2am because I’m such an intimidating figure (5′ 6″, thin) who can protect her.

While inside, a woman in her 20s is arguing with a table of younger women, maybe teenagers, about her hair, which looks fine to me. Anyway, apparently someone at the table made fun of her hair or something, and that spawned a very loud back-and-forth that would’ve made Jerry Springer proud. Unfortunately there was no fight. Still totally ghetto.

Everyone in the restaurant simply watches this episode quietly, and it’s quite clear they all think this woman should just shut up and leave. Of course she doesn’t, choosing to engage the table even more, and of course, the table deliberately riles her up some more. This goes on for 15 minutes. Every now and then, the woman would step back for a moment. But then she’d return as if she thought of something clever to say and the whole thing would start over again. And again. And again.

Even the staff doesn’t dare tell her to simmer down because she’s such a whack job. Eventually the woman asks for her money back and leaves, claiming that she lost her appetite.

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