sometimes pictures are worth a thousand words and convey a million meanings, especially when taken by my friend belle. in the particular picture i saw this morning, the picture conveyed only one thing, woe to the person crossing me at full moon. i like to think i am normally a docile, and well behaved woman (can’t call myself young lady anymore as of last saturday), but when i look at this picture and my poor table companion trying to stand up to my scorching stare, i do not know what to think anymore. granted, the owner of the restaurant was this brazilian b… who did not accommodate me and put me in a very uncomfortable seat, but i should have been gracious and relented. was i gracious? was i forgiving? was i an angel?
furthermore the woman behind me decided to go in the bathroom and asked me to move while i was eating. now, we albos have a saying: even snakes leave you alone during a meal. but this woman was not even a snake. so i picked up a fight with her, and yes, i would have beaten her up (or have her beat me up, because she certainly looked capable), if the good had not arrived and distracted me. so, because of the misery of a brazilian restaurant owner, and the hardheadness of a hungry albanian, you have the picture below to enjoy:
poor selfie, she probably thought i was a bit unhinged, and she would probably be right. normally, i’d say i am much nicer than this but then the next evening, we had another episode at the turkish restaurant which i was the protagonist of, again. it is just that i am not used to going out with people nicer than myself. and because very often, blogs (like mine) exist solely to make their keeper appear nicer than they actually are.
so look at the pic, make your own assumptions, and please do not go in restaurants with rude owners.