I was studying when he came into the coffeehouse bakery and took a table three down from mine, one that required bar stools -- a table above the others around it.
When his friends came in a few minutes later, he greeted them loudly with, “So where have you assholes been?” A man-hug* for his buddy, a 'hello' for his buddy's wife, a pulled-out a stool for his own wife.
They were in their late forties, I'd guess, perhaps the first steps into their fifties. Very nice clothes. Full make-up and perfect hair at 9 AM on a Sunday. Typical for this area.
The wife's voice was very animated, out of concordance with her face which did not move much. I could almost make out the injection sites. So we'll call her Ms. Botox, wife of Lord Loudmouth.
Lord Loudmouth told us all about his Saturday:
“We were at one of those Catholic weddings, you know, the whole deal. So it's time to go up for communion or whatever, and I figure that I'll fuck with them! Hee hee, they don't let you go up unless you're a Catholic, but I figured, 'What the hell!' I'll go up and fuck with the priest...”
Now, may I point out that not only does this show terrible disrespect for other people's beliefs, but that it shows TREMENDOUS disrespect for his 'friends' up there getting married.
And then Ms. Botox injects her poison opinion, “The Catholics are such snobs about that. It's just a snobby religion, ha ha ha!”
Ok. Catholicism is like my Alma Mater; I've graduated from it, I'm not there anymore, but I really don't like to hear it get dissed by the other teams.
But I was good. Kept my mouth shut. Live and let live. Free country, you get to talk about whatever you want at whichever decibel you want, and make yourself sound like the biggest ill-informed turd you want, especially in coffee shops. Yay, America works!
So the next time I was packing up my books to study, O said, “Hey, why don't you try the library down the street? It's quiet there and you won't have to listen to Ms. Botox slam Catholicism.”
Great idea! And I won't have to spend $1.75 on lousy coffee either. Cool.
Well, it turns out the library is not so quiet. I'm there at the after-school rush hour. All the teens are meeting with their tutors one-on-one. So I get a little background noise from a girl, maybe 15, who's trying to graph something. That's ok.
About an hour into,'Which is x and which is y again?' the tutor asks when Teenie's mom is coming to pick her up. Teenie answers that mom'll be by in about an hour, and the tutor then asks, “Ok, so we have time if you want to talk about that other thing...”
Pop! Pop! Up go my ears...
“You remind me of myself at your age,” says the tutor. “I went to Catholic school too, I really liked what they had to say about religion and faith, they really stressed learning, and I wanted to become Catholic—”
“Your parents weren't Catholic either?”
“No. And they were against it. But I listened to my faith,and I did become Catholic. But it's your decision. You have to think about it, and pray, and listen to your faith...”
She went on, and it segued into tutoring Teenie's religion homework.
Then mom showed up.
I had my back to them, but my, what a familiar voice...
“Time to go, Teenie. How much do I owe you, Tutor?”
When I got up to make a copy I noticed her face was moving more freely. I guess Botox wears off in a matter of days...
*one arm, three pats on the back standing for 'I'm. Not. Gay.'
Labels: A star fall/a phone call/it joins all, Catholicism, communications breakdown, O just shakes his head when I tell him these things