The story goes like this:
My mom and I are sitting at the bar and I lean over my shoulder and look to the right to see a couple in the corner sharing a drink. I would say they are in their thirties. The man is facing toward the entrance of the room, but not looking at his wife or girlfriend. The interesting positioning is of the girl, She is looking over her martini talking to the man as though they are in an engaged conversation.
At first I brush off the awkward body positioning for a frustrated conversation or a distracted guy. However, I find myself looking over the whole night. to my surprise every time I looked the man was faced the same way, when i looked at the girl she was looking at him and conversing. The longer I looked the more I realized how messed up this situation was.
Then my mom interrupts me to tell me about the Polish man sitting at the end of the bar sitting four feet from his wife, which might as well be another table when sitting at a bar. She proceeds to tell me how he got yelled at by the bar tender the other night for being rude. If this where the local pub or hotel, that would be expected, but this is a high end place where the wealthiest this area has to offer come to fill their cup.
After that i begin to observe the situation. This is a room full of mostly wealthy, sad people. Husbands and wives sitting side by side, but not talking. Granted not everyone needs to talk to show they care, but this particular night I sense a dissidence in the room, and I am apart of it.
