Last night, I spent almost two hours in a dinner meeting because there was one Cardinal in my group that eats very, very slowly. The guy seriously chewed his food about forty times before swallowing. At one point, I even started counting his chews because I was so bored.
Throughout the meeting, I kept looking at his partially eaten 7oz filet mignon—and then at him. I was hoping he would get a hint. He obviously didn’t. I finished my meal a good 45 minutes before he was finished—and his chewing was driving me crazy.
I need to find a good excuse to leave dinner early.
That sounds really annoying, Pope. I'm so sorry you had to put up with that.
ReplyDeleteI'm with John. You are the Pope, for crying out loud.
ReplyDeleteThat is when a case of explosive diahrrea would have been a blessing.
ReplyDeleteJust fart at the table. Not one of those silent jobbies... you know, a real honker. That ought to either rush him along a little or clear the room. It works when dogs do it.
ReplyDeleteDear Mr. Pope,
ReplyDeleteI second Ms. Hag's suggestion. Sheer brilliance. Not the fart. The suggestion.