99 Problems

Chad and I went to Spyro's today for a New Year's Brunch.

The food was exceptional as always, but the atmosphere was somewhat less than ideal.

At a booth diagonal from us, probably ten feet away, a woman sat having a meal with her mother. She seemed to be recounting all of her entire life's journey, beginning with the fact that she wanted her mother to "downsize" and move out of the house and into an apartment or senior living community.

She also thanked her mother for helping her during her own financial crisis. She was a 62 year old divorcée who apparently lost her job and was living in her mother's spare room. Her mother seemed extremely devoted to her, to the point of absurdity.

The daughter carried on and on about how she doesn't like egg whites and how her mother was so good to eat the white and save the yolk for her, so on and so forth.

Then she kept talking about her problems with money and how she would have been okay had she only been allowed to "touch" her ex-husband's retirement fund. Apparently the evil ex-husband specifically forbade her from getting one red cent in the divorce decree. I had to admire the man's foresight.

Chad and I did our best to keep to ourselves as the lady went on and on for the entire 40 minutes we were there. Finally, we both finished eating and I begged Chad to go in my exasperated, "are you about ready" tone.

In the car on the way home, we both promised each other we'd never let the other end up like that woman.