Trash at dinner

One Friday evening, I was dining at a local Pub with my husband. We both had stressful days and were trying to erase of our mind numbing headaches by means of a few beers. As we lifted our glasses to salute the end to the week, we were abruptly disturbed by the sound of cackling hens sitting behind us.

I abhor the sound of loud women. I liken it to the sound of farm hens! Evidently, the party of four (all women) behind us decided to inform every other table within a 5 mile radius, of their trouble at work, problems with their husbands and the challenge of not having enough wine for their upcoming bunko party. I had the unfortunate position of sitting directly behind said trash.

My husband and I just stared at each other in disbelief. It never fails, we have the bad luck of always being seated by LOUD talkers. I never mind when people are moved by a spirit to belt out a laugh. Sure I may jump by the burst of laughter, but I quickly get over it. Usually, I find myself laugh a little afterwards. But when people just go ON AND ON AND ON on auditory levels suitable for a stand-up comedian, I object. And some women are cursed with laughter that sounds exactly like hens clucking!!!

Of course I say to my husband, "I hope I don't sound like those gals". Needless to say, I will forever be cognizant of my chortles.