Yesterday the Crankee Yankee and I went to our favorite seafood place for lunch; “Al’s Seafood Restaurant and Market.” (Check it out at 51 Lafayette Rd (Rt 1), North Hampton, NH.) Their food is wonderful and the price is right. You can have a meal there, or you can pick up just about any kind of seafood to take home to cook yourself. Their food is seriously good.
However, yesterday was Half Price Day, so you can imagine how crowded it was. There was a line of people that nearly went out of the front door. Now the Crankee Yankee is not a fan of waiting, but it was such a good deal we couldn’t resist it. I picked the last seat in the dining room while he stood in line. While I was waiting at our table, I realized that each and every booth and table were full. It was just good luck that I got the last booth.
When the Crankee Yankee had ordered, he sat down across from me. As there were people everywhere, you couldn’t help but hear some of the conversations. However, the biggest blabbermouth was, wouldn’t you just know it; right behind us. We decided that the woman he was with was probably a first date. Honestly, we never heard her say a thing because this guy talked and talked and talked and talked. I don’t think he even took a decent breath in between sentences.
At this point our food was ready and we starting eating. We had ordered scallops, clams and oysters along with french fries and onion rings. As always, the meal was fabulous. That said, the blabbermouth behind us never stopped talking. As I was facing the back of the poor woman he was with, I saw her make several bits of body language that simply screamed I need to go home NOW! Stop talking!!!
When our waitress stopped by to ask how our lunches were, we mentioned this guy. Get this: he and his girl friend had been there for over two hours before they even placed their order. How you could possibly be so oblivious to the fact that the place was bursting at the seams and people were standing and waiting for a table to clear?! Seriously, this guy was selfish and clueless, not to mention the world’s biggest blabbermouth.
The Crankee Yankee and I decided that he needed a peanut butter and crazy-glue sandwich and a big glass of Shut The Hell Up. Oh, if only!