Trash Talkin’ Tennis Ladies

Don’t you hate it when you fall in love with a restaurant and then you switch jobs (or get laid of, whatever) and it isn’t located near you anymore? Then, if you ever happen to be close to it (because of a meeting or errand), you have to go there and get your fix, right?

That’s exactly what I did yesterday. And even though the line was ridiculously long, I waited anyway – because, well, I needed that pecan chicken salad with a side of veggies. Need.ed.

Whilst in line, I overheard a conversation between two non-working ladies dressed in tennis gear. And when I say dressed, I mean decked out. Tennis Lady #1 had on an all white top and skirt combo, complete with a white visor and K-Swiss shoes. She was carrying the Totally Monogram PM Louis Vuitton purse. Tennis Lady #2 had on an hot pink zip-up top, hot pink skirt, K-Swiss shoes and a white Sea Island hat. She was carrying this gray patent leather Valentino purse. Both had huge wedding rings (naturally) and diamond stud earrings that were at least 2 carats. I realize that I sound like a stalker, but I did wait in line behind them for 10 minutes. And I didn’t have my BlackBerry with me…you understand.

Anyway, the conversation went a little something like this:
Tennis Lady #1: Did you think it was fair that she was selected to play next weekend?
Tennis Lady #2: Absolutely not. She does not deserve a spot, in my opinion.
Tennis Lady #1: Exactly! She is terrible at the net. And we have all earned our spots. I worked hard for this. I will tell her that, too.
Tennis Lady #2: Maybe he just felt sorry for her. You are so right about the net. I couldn’t play with her, she isn’t aggressive enough.
Tennis Lady #1: Well, she’s scared of the ball hitting her nose.
Tennis Lady #2: Nose job or deviated septum?
Tennis Lady #1: Both.

I love a good trash-talking session, even if I don’t know anyone involved. I guess it’s the small town in me.