Rude people

So, Andrew and I went to Palumbo's for lunch. Megan and Kelly might remember going there - it's a small place, only a few tables, and it's pretty crowded at lunchtime. So we get there, and there's no tables open, but there appears to be one party that is close to finishing - a snotty-looking teenage girl and a man who I hope was her father and not her boyfriend.

Andrew and I order, and then lurk near the front counter waiting for them to finish. Dad is actually done his pizza, empty plate, and Snotty's got about two mozzarella sticks left, so we figure it'll be a few minutes and they're out of there. Well, our pizza is ready, and they're still sitting there. Snotty is eating her mozzarella sticks as slow as humanly possible, with frequent breaks to stare aimlessly into space. They are completely silent, btw - no talking, just staring. So we stand awkwardly, pizza in one hand, soda in the other, waiting for them to finish. Snotty looks at us occasionally, clearly sees that we are waiting, and proceeds to sit there, staring, NOT EATING. She wipes her hands on four different napkins.

Now our french fries are ready, but of course, we can't pick them up, because our hands are already full. So we stare at Dad and Snotty, hoping we can will them to move with the power of the evil eye. Snotty proceeds to get out her phone and start texting, while Dad stares at her in silence. Snotty then muses about whether there's a bathroom, and then continues to SIT THERE, instead of getting up and going to the bathroom. Andrew offers me a dollar if I will go over and ask them if we can have their table. But then, Dad looks over and says to us, "Oh, are you waiting for a table?" and proceeds to clear his trash away. Snotty continues to SIT THERE. Dad walks outside, Snotty CONTINUES TO SIT.

In the meantime, another table opens up, so we take that one, as Snotty is still sitting and still staring. We put our pizza down, and I go up to the counter to pick up the fries, giving Snotty the evil eye as I walk past. She continues to sit. Eventually, once we no longer need her table, she gets up and leaves. I swear to God, she was doing it on purpose. Andrew thinks perhaps I wronged her in a past life. I think she just needs a slap in the face.