A Lesson Never Learned
The hostess at one of our favorite restaurants in the Berkshires led us to our “quiet” table in the back dining room. Only a few tables in the room that was usually reserved for private parties -- one table of six, a table of four, another two at one table, and us.
I learned a long time ago to never talk about private matters in public and never, never assume that nobody knows what you are talking about.
It was at the table of six. One of the men, younger than the others, was a lawyer. I am not sure whether he was trying to impress the others, had too much to drink, simply had poor judgment, or had never learned the lesson about speaking in public. Perhaps it was a combination of all four. And, he was loud. Although I was across the room -- and don't have the best hearing -- I heard him clearly.
He talked about cases, other attorneys -- several of whom I knew -- giving details that caused me to shudder. At one point, I was tempted to walk over to him and offer my insight into one of the attorneys that he mentioned in a not-so-favorable light.
We were over a hundred miles from the City and maybe he presumed that no-one within earshot would know any of the names...or perhaps, even worse, his attempt to impress outweighed his better judgment.
We left after a wonderful meal as I looked over my shoulder at a fellow attorney who apparently never learned an important lesson.

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I tapped him on the shoulder, put on my best smile and introduced myself as the "B...." on the other end of the deal he was talking about. I had the contract the next day with no more requests for changes. :)
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Not many people know that I am hispanic (thanks to my mother's Irish heritage). My daughter was born with a large hemangioma on her forehead when she was born. As she grew it became even larger. When I took her out I covered her up with hats because I was tired of answering questions that I really couldn't answer (no it could not be surgically removed and so on)---Did it bother me when people stared, not at all, she was and still is a beautiful girl.
Now for the fun part, try standing in line at the grocery store, the amusement park (two older sons) arena's--etc...and the people behind you are speaking in Spanish commenting, Oh my god, she must have hit that baby. That poor thing, what a terrible mother...and as Tom wrote above, if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it....in any language....and don't assume.
I also had a midget come up to me while I was holding her in her car seat, he called his friends over and said...hey guys...."Come and look @ this Freak". I actually felt bad for HIM.
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