So my fiancee arrives home from work and says she's craving a sandwich and salad from Panera Bread. I love their sandwiches so we load up and cruise over and order. (they got rid of my favorite sandwich - chicken bacon ranch- but that's another rant) Anyway, we snag our drinks and sit down at one of the small tables. Or food comes and about halfway through our meal, the college kid behind me starts hacking up a lung. I notice, but don't pay much attention, thinking he may have just finished a doobie in the bathroom or something. Then his mother's phone rings. She goes through her little greeting of her friend and then lets out this little gem "oh yeah, we just got back from the doctor and "little jimmy" has the swine flu" " ya they ran some tests and said they were positive it was swine flue and that we should make him drink plenty of fluids so we went to the store and got water and gatorade to keep him hydrated". My eyes bulge and I grab my plate and abruptly stand up while my fiancee looks at me with a "what the fuck is wrong" look. I take my plate over to a new table, set it down, and then walk over and grab the napkins and stuff I left.. I'm planning on just ignoring it and vacating his general area when she says into the phone "ya so we came to panera bread because this might be his last meal before he dies" and laughs into the phone....
I lose it.
"Are you serious lady?" "Your doctor tells you that your son has swine flu and you bring him to one of the most popular and crowded resturants on campus?" She looks at me like someone just told her that tampons were made from dead baby seal skins.
"I hope this is the only child you have and that this is indeed his last meal so that your ignorance is removed from the gene pool" Again, blank ignorance blankets her face.
People around her start getting up and moving, my fiancee grabs our drinks and grabs my arm and ushers me towards the door.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?
Edited, rage = bad grammar.