Have you ever been shushed? As an adult? No, I'm being serious here. Have you ever actually been told to be quiet in a public place?
A couple times, in fact. Once at a bar. Once at a nail salon.
And it happened today again.
Bax, Giggles, and I went to our trusty My Dung with our summer clerks for lunch today. As usual, we had a great time with lots of laughs.
Too many laughs apparently.
A waitress came over to our table, looked me in the eye, and said in broken English, "Please, you smile too noisy."
The restaurant was full of people, full of chatter, full of noise. There was a crying child behind me for Christ's sake. Wailing. Kicking.
Half of us thought the waitress was kidding. Half of us thought she wasn't. Giggles said she was going to get to the bottom of this. She got up, walked over to the waitress, and asked her.
The waitress wasn't kidding.
Giggles told the manager. He apologized. He said that people should be happy when they eat.
Too little, too late.
My noisy smile and I are not going back.