helms bakery horror

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."

Comments

[Paul]

This is why I live on the east side.

Why are you eating at fine bakeries? Do you think Wade is made out of money? Damn, woman!

[Kathleen]

Congrats! Saw you introduced over at Gawker today. Look forwarding to reading what you put out over there and hope it becomes permanent(?).