Transient Things

Oh How I Love Small Towns

Posted by Rath Loeung , Monday, July 19, 2010 11:30 PM

Small towns are great. I mean, I've absolutely fallen in love with Waco for the slower pace, not as much pressure to be materialistic, and rush hour traffic that feels like 4am Saturday morning in Dallas. But there are some things that are unavoidable with small towns. And Wingate is definitely a small town.

A few Wednesdays back, Sharyl and I decided to eat dinner out (Wednesday afternoons are pretty much free time once we take care of all of our business). We decided on a place that was really close to campus so it wouldn't be such a big hassle going to and coming back. It was fairly early for dinner, which is normal for us; normal for us and old people.

Now there is something borderline endearing about old people in that a lot of times, they do and say what they want without any filters. During the conversation that Sharyl and I were having (a stressful one at that), she spontaneously bursts out in laughter, deliriously saying, "I can't take it anymore!"

Apparently, a couple of older ladies sitting a table behind me were just staring at us. And it was an all out, laser-vision, kind of stare that Sharyl had attempted to match with in a staring contest. She lost. We figured it was one of several things that they were staring at:

1. That I was as Asian-looking as can be but spoke very Texan-like.
2. That we were obviously a couple... a very interracial couple.
3. That I was wearing my lavender MK2 shirt with a purple/black checkered scarf.

I think it was the scarf they couldn't hang with.