Yesterday morning after chores and errands the wife and I decided to splurge and do a brunch thing. We had just been shown to our tables when this old boy and his adult daughter were seated at the table beside us.
Right off the bat, the daughter started haranguing the old fella: “Dad. Dad. Dad...wanna go home? Please dad, dad! DAD!!! Where's the car, Dad? Where's the car??? DAD! Can we go home? Can we go home please, dad? I wanna see mom. Can we go home and see mom, Dad? Dad...!!!"
For 45 minutes it went like that. It was awful for everyone. My ears don't work so well anymore and with that background noise I couldn't really talk to the wife. Other people at the tables around us steadfastly refused to acknowledge the disturbance either. The lady was obviously star crossed, or moon touched or an 'emissary from heaven' as the poets would like to say it. I fancy myself a Christian man, but that haranguing and harping left me wanting to either kill myself or the lady, even though she couldn't help it. I stole the odd glance at the elderly father and all I could see was despair. He murmured back mechanically at the daughter, ignored her for the most part. All he wanted to do was go out for breakfast, and all the daughter wanted to do was go home where it was safe. "We're out to have a nice meal," he told the daughter, "and to give Mom a break..."
When they were gone all I could think of was how we worship idiot sports stars and brain dead Hollywood celebs. But that fella with the mentally retarded daughter put up with that noise every day. I'd eat my gun, faced with that. But that guy and his wife did heavy lifting and carried loads that would snap me like a twig.
How many heroes are there, living right under our noses, doing stuff like this?
Have a great Sunday and thanks for stopping by. Stay warm you guys.