Sitting in the tavern
waiting for food to arrive
the table next to us
massaging its ego
six people in total
four doing the talking.
One of the four, an outrageously camp guy
whose effeminate mannerisms and voice
made him obvious
was the more sensible conversationalist
most the time.
Another was a lady with a posh prim English accent
who, over-accentuated words
clearly spoken full of upper-class pomp
she seemed to like to maintain, her idea of personal status
boasting about her education and upbringing
she had an air of self-importance, insulting to watch.
The next guy sitting adjacent to her
had a bunch of witty anecdotes
for all occasions, most of it ridiculously unlikely
most likely bullshit
he was one of those ‘popular guy’ types
alpha male, one of the lads
but it kept the conversation fresh
his lies, were well-rehearsed
While across the table an American woman
with a blunt, self-righteous humour about her
with an over the top ‘put on’ laughter
painfully embarrassing to listen to
impossible to avoid
the laugh would last for a while and then stop abruptly on cue
it screamed through everyone in the bar
fake as hell, ridiculous
loud as a fog horn
we couldn’t hear ourselves think.
When their food arrived
there was peace for a while.
The waitress could barely keep a straight face
she tried so hard but she cracked a little.