I'd overheard that my favorite chef-owned Tacoma steakhouse is for sale. I went down there to check things out.
What I overheard at the steakhouse upset my tummy.
No, I didn't get confirmation on the steakhouse sale rumor. I overheard a cellphone conversation from hell.
My wife and I dined one table away from three people who were sitting by the window. I glanced their way a couple of times, but I couldn't pick up their conversation.
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Then one of the guys at the table made a cellphone call.
It sounded like he was talking to an old college buddy.
It sounded three times as loud as the conversation he'd been having with his tablemates.
Why do people yell into cellphones?
Yeah, my T-Mobile service blows, but what's with the yelling?
What's with making or taking cellphone calls in the middle of restaurants?
What's with intruding on other diners' spaces?
What's with making the people at your table sit and wonder what to do or say while you jabber on at a volume better suited to a Sea-Tac runway than a grown-up steakhouse?
Where's rivitman's cellphone disabler when you need it?