Zeno Marx
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I'm privy to a largish group that goes out a couple times a month. One of the folks is on a highly restrictive diet. I'll call them Jack. Another is one of these folks who makes a large part of their identity about food. Fancies themselves a cook. They can eat enough food to make other people sick. Always talking about food. I'll call him Dick. A lot of us guys were this person when we were younger. I know I was. One of the weirder things in my life to take pride in: being gluttonous. One of the seven deadlies, but I digress. So Jack sits calmly by, respectfully by, and without remark; as others have a drink, eat their appetizers, eat the free bread or chips, etc. It's not unusual for this to go on for an hour. Jack, drinking his water and conversing. Jack can often only have one or two things on the menu as an option. Again, it's not an issue for them. They handle themselves with class. Dick has been gorging himself for the past hour, going full hedonic with the food. The group finally gets their entrees, and without missing a beat, Dick asks to try some of Jack's food. Jack is reasonably irritated with the request. To avoid confrontation, Jack plops back in his seat and away from the food in a non-verbal way to say, "Sure, go ahead and try some." Dick doesn't pick up on Jack's body language or his tone. It's of no surprise. There might have even been an ape-like grunt in there as they were eating off Jack's plate. Some people can't be bothered to read the room.
moral of this story: don't be a Dick.
*feel free to share your ******* stories.
moral of this story: don't be a Dick.
*feel free to share your ******* stories.