This Thursday was a bit off, as many people headed south for yet another spring break, so the place had a trickle of patrons coming in for their feed. We sat and enjoyed our wings and brew as slowly the place started to empty out more.
Two older ladies, regulars, that are usually mistaken for an older lesbian couple but are in fact sisters that save on expenses by living with each other. What they do alone is their business; they sit and start to gab with the female bartender.
This wonderful sauce I am slurping, sucking and licking from my hands and face is freakin' awesome until.....
This quiet bar has the older ladies, my husband, myself and the bartender. It is quiet in there and you hear everything.
Old lady: "I have had this post nasal drip for days. It is driving me crazy. I can even taste it in the back of my throat."
As my self indulgent, quiet evening of relaxation and good food comes to a screaming halt. We ask for a box so we may cart the rest of the wings home. In our home we can lather ourselves with the sticky sauce and not have the pleasure of thinking of old lady snot.