Bad Table Manners
The screeching sound of the utensils was scraping against the plate and the sound of the food in her mouth going squish, squish made me want to walk out of the restaurant. I didn’t allow my temper to get the best of me so I retained myself in my seat and sat there patiently for her to finish. Her name is Christine Amoco and she is my best friend. She’s tall, slender, pretty and has brunette hair. Although she is my best friend she irritates me with her poor table manners. Every time we go out to a restaurant we would be the center of attention. I don’t mean this in a positive way. Christine would open her mouth while chewing her food, bang plates and glasses around and next thing you know it we would have a crowd of people turning around to see what was all the commotion.
It was Saturday night on Christmas Eve of 2005 and we both decided to go to Smith and Wollensky’s for dinner. As we approached our destination, we walked in and the waiter seated us. As soon as we were seated, the first thing she did was took her gum out of her mouth and placed it on the nicely embroidered cotton napkins. When the waiter approached us I ordered a filet mignon medium rare with a side of creamed spinach and she ordered the rib eye steak rare with a side of creamed spinach as well. As our food was served to us I knew right there and then I were up for total embarrassment. As she shoveled a piece of steak into her mouth blood squirted at the corners of her mouth as she chomped on the meat. She didn’t bother to use the napkin to wipe off the mess and started for the creamed spinach.
As she scooped up a small amount of creamed spinach she mixed it in with her steak that was already being chewed in her mouth. She started to talk to me about the expense reports from work and the only thing I could pay attention to was the way she opened her mouth and all I could see was creamed spinach and steak mixed together giving it a dull orange color. At that point I could feel the food that I had just eaten follow through my intestines, up to my esophagus and almost coming out of my mouth. Luckily I was able to control myself and looked away for a minute and continued to sip on my wine.
Towards the end of the night when we was finishing up the meal, the most embarrassing thing happened. Christine picked up her plate of creamed spinach, held it horizontal to her face and started to scrape every last bit of creamed spinach off the plate. The sound of the fork scraping against the plate sent chills down my spine. After that she picked up the steak with her bare hands and started to suck the bone dry. Dry blood was still caked on the corners of her mouth and...