Monday, August 3, 2009

Moaning Myrtle(s)...


I had two separate experiences with moaning woman on Sunday. For most men that sounds as if it would be a rather enjoyable afternoon, but for me it was just uncomfortable. Let me explain...


First, I had breakfast at Cafe Normandie on Sunday where I sat across from an older woman (mid 40's I'd say) who kept moaning every time she raised a leg, or stood, or sat, or even slightly moved her body; including raising her fork. I later learned (by the shear volume of her voice during conversation) that she had gone on an "intense" 40 mile bike ride earlier in the day. This I can only assume explains why she showed up to brunch wearing a hot pink and black sports bra. Her and her "girls" had a hell of a time working out that morning, and apparently she was feeling the results at brunch.


Later, I went to the Broadway Theater to see the film Food, Inc. and there was a woman two rows behind me who kept making moans of enjoyment at the fact that she was either sitting in a cool theater, eating a bucket of delicious popcorn, OR about to see a film she was very excited for. I couldn't really tell what the moans were about, but those are some suggestions.


For the remainder of my Sunday everything I did involved a moan of delight...


"Let's make some cookies."

"MMmmm okay!"


"Want to watch the new Design Star?"

"MMmmmmmm definitely."


"How do you feel about burritos for dinner?"

"MMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm sounds good!"


Sorry, I couldn't help myself. It got a laugh every time!