Stories find me

I was out at dinner with CLF last night and this is the conversation I overheard while in the bathroom.  Again, you can't make this sh*t up....

Girl 1-You know what I can't stand at Mexican restaurants?

Girl 2-What?

Girl 1-The music.  I mean, the song...it just goes on and on and on.

Girl 2-It's not the same song every time, and anyway most people don't stay here all evening so the songs are new to them.

Girl 1-It all sounds the same.  I mean why can't they play American music.  We are in America!

(at this point I am covering my mouth trying to be quiet, because REALLY??)

Girl 2-True, but it adds to the environment.  It's like going to a Chinese restaurant and hearing their music.  It fits to the restaurant.

Girl 1-Well it's annoying and all sounds exactly the same.

Girl 2-(clearly defeated) You're right, ready to go?

[end scene]

Seriously? WTF??? You are at a Mexican restaurant and are angry that they don't play "American" music.  Ethnocentric much?  

I had several competing thoughts all at once-

Why was no one else here to witness this?  

WTF??

I'm glad I'm not her friend, because I would leave that chick somewhere.  

WTF?? (again) 

Girl 2 is either a saint or an idiot for putting up with her.

I can't wait to tell CLF!  She will love this story! [by the way, she did :-)]

Sweet!  Now I have something to post about! (really)

Yeah, so I realized last night that stories find me.  Here I was, minding my own business and the story arrived like an unwrapped present just sitting there for me on the kitchen table...but verbal...and in a public bathroom...whatever you get my point.  Just like Wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it day.  There is the link for those of you who forgot about that story, are new, or would like to laugh/be disgusted again.