I truly don’t understand the modern family. It was Sunday, so I knew everybody, who wasn’t at their country house, was at brunch….New York’s favorite weekend pastime.
There I was serenely eating my avocado and walnut salad when a family of four came in: a husband, wife and five-year old twins…a boy and a girl.
Now I’m thinking, I’m such a great tipper plus the place is empty, why does the waiter seat them right next to me? It’s most disconcerting. The only benefit is that after forced observation, I’m getting an essay out of it.
The wife looks seriously pissed while the husband skillfully pacifies. The kids are so badly behaved it’s scary. I have two words for the little darlings- reform school.
How did this happen? Where is the joy that seems to be at large?
I’m sitting there thinking how I dodged a bullet not getting married after watching them for five minutes. When I think I spend so much time in regret wishing I had a big wedding, a husband and child of my own I could laugh out loud. I look at their misery you could cut with your bread knife and feel, wow, am I lucky to be alone and single…even on Christmas and News Years. Who ever would have thought.
I’m only half serious, but you should have been there.
Why do people expect other people to make them happy? The missus clearly was disappointed over something. Isn’t it good enough that she has, what appears to be, a nice life? Things aren’t always what they seem, no one knows that better than me, but is it so hard to look at one’s blessings? The kids, though demonic, were healthy and cute. Her husband wore one of those halos of a weeding band to keep all skirts away. A wedding ring tells the world, I’m taken…at least it’s supposed to.
I can tell you this, I can see that fella slipping that ring into his pocket just to have a friendly female smile at him for an hour.
Kids…you can always see what type of adults they’re going to be…in this case, spoiled and entitled.
I finished my lunch and Jane Austen and I got the hell out of there.
Jane said, “In my day we at least pretended to be happy.”
Sometimes it pays to just ‘act as if.’