Good. Get out.

dark glasses
ear muffs*
&/or Gd
Music

& Munchtime
belongs to
YOU.

*tho you Will
hear your Self
chewing. Hmm
maybe bring Soup
and Try not to Slurp.

That has to be dumb broads picking at salads.

A few days ago -- when I almost could have convinced myself it was my biased imagination -- I stared at this broad at a nearby booth.

I couldn't help it! I was morbidly fascinated with wondering how many stabs she was going to take at her leaves of bunny food before she finally ATE a bite of it.

In the words of Holden Caulfield, "It was so putrid I couldn't take my eyes off it."

She had to leave The Cheesecake Factory eventually -- it would close! (Medical science suggests that she had to eat eventually too.)

The horrorfascinated surprise at at a San Lusi Obispo restaurant in my twenties watching a young broad in a group of roommates' friends push food around on her plate -- food that SHE ORDERED -- for the entire time we were there had faded into memory, but reminders keep coming back.

Deal with the insulting epithet: I save it for aliens who are so bizarre that they deserve it.