The Crankee Yankee and I often have breakfast and/or lunch at our local restaurant called Steve’s. The food is excellent, the price is right and the service is friendly. We love their lunch specials; so far we have enjoyed their turkey dinner, meat loaf, lasagna and Americian chop suey.
The place is usually full, and, like many, we enjoy people watching. That is, until yesterday. We were enjoying meat loaf with mashed potatoes and gravy, when all of a sudden the Crankee Yankee put down his fork and said, “I can’t believe what I’m seeing!”
“What exactly are you seeing?” I asked.
The Crankee Yankee said, shudderingly, “there is a woman sitting by the window flossing her teeth!”
Now I will agree that flossing one’s teeth in public can be off-putting, but the Crankee Yankee was about so upset about it that he could barely bring himself to finish his meatloaf. Our server came by and he told her about it. The server rolled her eyes and said, “oh, her—she does that every time. And she’s a psychiatrist!”
Well, that bit of information nearly set the Crankee Yankee’s hair on fire. He ranted on about how disgusting it was to do something like that in public (especially from someone whose career is all about helping people); this from a man who won’t change his ratty and holey gardening clothes to go to a restaurant.
I think what got him so cranked up was the fact that the tooth flosser was a psychiatrist. In other words, he felt that, due to her vocation, she should not be doing something so pedestrian as flossing in public. The server was laughing, the cook was laughing and even the other servers were laughing. As for me, I could not stop laughing. The Crankee Yankee is one who believes in doing the right things, and this apparently just pushed all his buttons.
Today is a whole new day, and he still won’t stop huffing and puffing over it. Just because it makes me laugh, all I have to do to get him wound up again is saying this: “hey, how about that tooth-flossing psychiatrist, huh?”
Savage amusement indeed.