As I was sitting in a restaurant the other day I overheard (eavesdropped) a conversation between a handsome, fit, and tanned doctor and his fashionable family while they partook of their meal. Their conversation ranged from the obese individual at a table across the room, racial comments about incidences of vandalism in the area, and the quality or lack thereof of the food they were eating. Just shows to go ya that it isn't so much what goes into one's mouth that makes one beautiful..it is actually what comes out.
Now this is the rest of the story....
Prior to this eavesdropped conversation, as this self imagined 'first' family were leaving their table situated across from our own to go to the buffet, the doctor's wife accidentally (at least I think accidentally ) rubbed her dainty gluteus maximus on my elbow.
I found it strange that she didn't turn around to see who or what she rubbed against.
After I overheard the conversation and my husband told me name of the doctor, I remembered that this doctor has a reputation of being a womanizer. I then thought, 'That might explain why she didn't turn around and say excuse me. She may have thought it was my husband she touched, or else maybe she knew it was me and SHE is a womanizer too.'
Prior to this eavesdropped conversation, as this self imagined 'first' family were leaving their table situated across from our own to go to the buffet, the doctor's wife accidentally (at least I think accidentally ) rubbed her dainty gluteus maximus on my elbow.
I found it strange that she didn't turn around to see who or what she rubbed against.
After I overheard the conversation and my husband told me name of the doctor, I remembered that this doctor has a reputation of being a womanizer. I then thought, 'That might explain why she didn't turn around and say excuse me. She may have thought it was my husband she touched, or else maybe she knew it was me and SHE is a womanizer too.'
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