What a strange lunch!

So today Mandy and I went to Boudin for lunch. For the 3 of you who don't know, that's the place in San Francisco where you can get sourdough and chowder and sandwiches. It's pretty good for the ol' corporate lunch scene, and if you're a tourist, and you heard you can get chowder in a bread bowl, some jerk probably pointed you to Boudin. Anyway, we were there and there were these two girls who ordered just that, so I immediately judged them as tourists. For a general idea of what these girls might have looked like, click this link or change that search to your liking.

Anyway, so the guy who worked in the place seized the opportunity to (how you say) "work" the hot tourists. He wiped off their table and talked extensively to them. While I sat at a table with someone else's tomato soup on it. I just think it was pretty obvious that he was providing them with better service because he thought he might have a chance to I don't know what with one of them (or both, who knows).

We were mildly infuriated by the whole situation, but from my point of view, I rather enjoyed listening in on their conversation. It wasn't interesting at all... in fact, it was completely devoid of any actual content. It's the way they said it all that made my little eavesdropping ears perk up. When they jumped into personal experience narrative (woo), they told almost the entire story in the present tense, which is interesting to say the least. They used upspeak, a predictable "girly-girl" trait. They were very clear about taking turns, but were also very good at providing some minimal feedback.

It's times like these that I wish I had recorded them and used the data for an unethical research project.