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Improperly Overheard

Have you ever been sitting in a public place minding your own business when, from a nearby table/grouping of people, you hear something that, taken any number of ways, would make you make this face: o.O ?

I was at my favorite Mexican restaurant, today, for lunch. (El Azteca Buckhead on Peachtree, if you care.) I was reading whilst finishing up my excellent repast of carnitas when, from a nearby table, I heard . . .

Let me pause for a brief moment to give you a mental picture before I tell what I think I might possibly have perhaps heard. Maybe.

It was a table, not a booth. When the trio were seated, the waitress tried to put them in a booth, but one of the guys requested a table because the booth was too small. (I have this same problem in a lot of places1, so I say this only to set a mental image, not to denigrate this man in any way.) It was this man and two companions, one male, one female. I didn't get a good look at the companions because they were both seated with their backs to me. But all were well-dressed, probably in their late 20s or early 30s, and clearly on their lunch break from work.

I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog post, already in progress.

From this table, I hear the guy with his back to me say to the big guy I can see, "So, you're planning a rape?"

<insert Scooby Doo sound and sideways head tilt here>

The big guy responded with, "Greeeeeaat." It was hard to hear over the loud Mexican pop music2 and the conversations of the other diners—well, and my own brain going, "What? Hold the phone! Did he just say 'rape'?"—but I'm pretty sure that's what he said.

Of course, I played it back several times in my head, trying to make it be other sound-alike words that might make more sense, considering the addressee's response. "Rave" makes the most sense of anything that immediately popped into my head. But I couldn't picture any of them dancing at 200 bpm whilst waving glow-sticks around and popping Ecstasy.3

"Date," perhaps . . . but I couldn't reconcile that with the guy's reaction.

"Race," "raid," "rage," "rake," "rail," "rain," "rate," or "raze" make no sense in context. Nor do "tape," "nape," "jape," "gape," or "cape."

So in the interest of maintaining what little sanity I can claim to have left, I'll go with "rave." Yes, "rave." So, hey, folks, there's a rave! Somewhere . . . in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area! At, you know . . . some point.

Yay!
  1. In addition to building theater and airplane seats for 12-year-old, anorexic Japanese school girls, many restaurants seem to think Americans are getting smaller instead of bigger. I know they can cram in more seating by making the booths smaller, but . . . I like breathing. It's always been one of my favorite things to do.
  2. Have you noticed how all Mexican songs seem to contain the word 'corazón,' which means 'heart'? I didn't until Hard 'n' Phirm pointed it out.
  3. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am stereotyping.


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etherial
Sep. 28th, 2011 10:18 pm (UTC)
re: rave
They fixed up the corner store
Like it was a night club;
It's permanently disco.

Everyone is dressed so oddly,
I can't recognize them,
I can't tell the staff from the customers.

Baby, check this out,
I've got something to say,
Man, it's so loud in here!
When they stop the drum machine and I can think again,
I'll remember what it was.

You have to carry all your things,
You can't misplace them,
There's nowhere to place anything.

They revamped the airport completely,
Now it looks just like a night club,
Everyone's excited and confused.

Baby check this out, I've got someting to say,
Man, it's so loud in here!
When they start the love machine and I can love again,
I'll remember what it was.
solcita
Sep. 29th, 2011 06:30 am (UTC)
I was sitting outside a coffeeshop/bookstore having a light meal, and there were two people sitting nearby. Both looked well-dressed, maybe late 40s? The woman appeared to be your typical suburban soccer mom, and since we were in Redmond WA (only a mile or so from Microsoft HQ) I assumed that's what she was.

The woman says to the man "...well, I told them I wasn't going to buy any, but if they had some I would indulge. So these guys get a pound of cocaine..."

...and at that point she was interrupted by another friend joining them, so I never got to hear the rest of the story.

I... just... yeah. I got nothin'.
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