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Witnessed, at Beacon: A woman who, at the end of her meal, dug measuring tape out of her purse, checked her waist and then complained to her waiter that he had served her food so delicious that she had gained an inch.
It was an act so insane that it almost erased from my memory the earlier overheard conversation at the table next to me, wherein another woman told her date she loved acting because it "brought her closer to the human experience."


