« Sign of the Times | Main | The Age of the Feuilletons »

September 2, 2009

Silent Lunch


Children would be happily chattering away at normal levels, then new age, Enya lite music emanating from the stage speakers would assault the senses. The lunch workers would hold their arms overhead, fingers shaped in a V of peace, followed by a loud round of sibilant shushing. As the children ceased speaking, the ladies would stalk the aisles, telling the few brave whispering souls to be quiet and these women weren't being polite about the demand. Two of the harridans looked unkept and hungover, their faces etched in perpetual scowls as they fussed our small children into unnatural silence. -- Shut Your Pie Hole @ Jaded Haven

Posted by Vanderleun at September 2, 2009 9:55 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

Your Say

Lets get out the vote for mayor of Revere. Vote early and vote often!

Posted by: mayor of Revere at May 13, 2011 4:59 AM

Post a comment

Remember Me?

(you may use HTML tags for style)