My friend is nurse who did some favors. She gets gifted with certificates to a hugely expensive restaurant near here. We went last night.
We’d been before, so I knew what to expect. Actually, I wore a dress shirt and tie, because, well, because I can wear a tie comfortably. Also, it made it easier for me to be in the uniform of the place.
What we didn’t like about it was the tremulousness of our wait staff. They seemed scared to death least they offend. Anyway, the food was lovely.
Out of character, our hostess didn’t seems scared, but instead she was gracious and curious; on the way out, I engaged her in conversation. For starters, I just mentioned that we’d be back again in a year, but she seemed eager to talk. So I asked her about herself.
She lives in Spain and in four days is gong back to her last year of medical school. She never expects to be back here! Her accent and her vocabulary was very good, but I could imagine her translating my every word in her head.
Now her I am a 64 year old guy talking to a gal who is maybe all of 20 and headed into the world. So I told her I had been in the offices about 100 psychiatrists in my life. That was of interest to her, She had originally thought she wanted to be a psychiatrist, but now she was leaning more toward becoming a neurologist.
I told her I had schizophrenia, and she searched very hard for the word stigma, with which word she was relieved when I finally gifted her. Figure 'em. We’re in a restaurant that is Upper Middle Class, and she and I are Upper Middle Class. I have a Pedigree, too, if you need one of them!
Jayster
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