As if it weren’t enough that at this airport restaurant there is an iPad on each table that keeps flashing in front of my eyes and a bunch of huge TVs to distract me from my reading of a paper book with actual pages, there are also groups of men who scream like they are possessed while watching a football game.
And this was the quietest, most decent place here. As much as I love Philadelphia, its airport stinks.
You should totally say in a very loud voice:
“Excuse me kind sirs, but I am a tenured professor of literature and I find your primitive howling about the low rent homoerotic display known as “foot ball” to be extremely vexing! I must request that you kindly attempt to behave in a slightly more civilized manner in the presence of your intellectual superior!”
That would quiet every down in a hurry. Guaranteed!
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I’d much rather day all that to the dang iPad. What an annoying idea to place one at each table.
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Aren’t ALL public and commercial places pretty much the same way?
The way you’re often “the only actual customer/patron/passenger” while everyone else around you seem to be “shareholders” and “co-owners” of the given establishment?
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