And He Smelled Bad, too!
Tonight I went to this little Romanian steak house. For an expensive place, it sure was a dump. The food was good. And drinks were served from a block of ice. (Who wouldn’t love that???) The restaurant even had this old-man lounge singer. He wasn’t that great, either. (Wait, why’d I like this place?) Several patrons got up and danced. At some point, I spotted a gray-haired man, making very un-welcomed advances on a slightly younger blonde. It appeared as if they worked together or something. And it seemed as if she was cool to share a dance with him, but the close proximity and roaming hands seemed to cross the line. So, as fate would have it, as I was on my way to the restroom, somehow I got pulled into the Jewish dance. (Yes, there is probably a formal name for the dance where you lock hands and run around in a circle and lift someone in a chair, but I am from BFE NC and unfortunately I don’t know what it is called.) Somehow, I ended up dancing beside the gentleman. So, it didn’t take me very long to find that not only were his advances un-welcome, he also smelled bad, too. Great.
Later he introduced the blonde as his wife. I am still not convinced.
