Cheryl and I went out to dinner last night and everything was great. Excellent company, excellent food and excellent conversation are second-to-none in my book. We had some wine, some steak and life was good. There was a small side story, though that I thought everyone would like. This by no means dampered my evening with Cheryl and I don't want anyone to think that is the case. But I did meet my new arch-nemesis last night...and his name is Mr. White Sweater Man. Here is how it went:
We arrive at Fifth Avenue Grill about 8pm to an hour and a half wait. No problem...we head to the bar for some wine. The bar is packed and we are forced to stand in a corner of the bar. Five minutes after we get there, a big group of annoying people show up next to us..one member of the group being a gray-haired gentleman (probably in his 50's) wearing a white sweater. Mr. White Sweater decides he needs to stand about one inch away from me. He bumps me...he elbows me...he again bumps me. Never does an apology come out of his mouth.
So...Cheryl and I decide to move about six feet away from this group so I no longer need to deal with MWS (abbreviations are much easier). Five minutes later, MWS is again behind me bumping and elbowing me. But this time he feels the need to put his arm around every man in his group and tell them how much he loves them. The bumping and elbowing continue.
Finally, two seats open at the bar and we quickly grab the seats. All is good now, right? Nope. MWS is now directly next to me at the bar and I can barely squeeze in next to him. Ten minutes pass and MWS finally leaves his position next to me...I am getting excited now. This excitement lasts about 10 seconds before I feel another big bump in the back...now the group is taking pictures in the bar directly behind me. No longer does just MWS bump me, two or three other people fighting to be in the picture are also bumping into me. I finally speak up and tell them to please stop it. OK...maybe I didn't word it quite that nicely..but that was the jist of it. Shortly thereafter, MWS's group is seated on the opposite side of the restaurant and he is gone. I can finally breathe again!
Cheryl and I are seated shortly after this at 9pm and whose table are we next to? You guessed it...Mr. White Sweater Man's table! He is the devil....