WHITE TAILORED SHIRTS TUCKED IN

My husband and I went to Chili's yesterday for linner (for those of you unfamiliar with the word, that's lunch and dinner combined). When we go we always sit in the bar section at one of those tall, round tables and order margaritas (my husband has the Presidente and I have the Top Shelf with a side kick of Grande Mariner, on the rocks, no salt). One of my favorite things to do is people watch. Most of the tables were full so the people coming later sat at the bar. There was a nice looking young man sitting alone enjoying a beer. There were other couples and singles doing the same thing. They all looked rather normal and perhaps friendly, fun-loving people. Then enters a couple, older. By that I mean late forties or early fifties. They looked around for a booth or table and since the only one available was next to us, they opted for the bar. I wasn't offended by this because perhaps unconsciously this couple knew that I would annoy them to no end. You see I'm one of those people who love to get reactions either with facial expressions and most definitely words. Anyway, the man was tall and slender with Grecian formulaed brown hair. He wore jeans and a white tailored shirt, tucked in (yep, you got it. Upper class older guy's idea of casual). Did I mention the extremely expensive Penny loafers sans the penny he wore? The woman was quite a bit shorter, slender with a blond Buster Brown hair cut (you know the kind of cut salons have in their hair books in the over 40 and chic section). She also wore a tailored white shirt, tucked in, black pants and black two inch heels. This woman probably doesn't own a pair of jeans or sneakers. God forbid!!! Why in the hell these two were in Chili's and trying to blend in was beyond me. The man seemed pleasant enough, but the woman had her nose stuck up so far in the air I'm convinced she has a permanent stiff neck. She floated to the bathroom like a debutante while her husband, boyfriend or whatever ordered a tall beer for himself and a glass of Merlot for her. La de fucking da!!! Now I am a wino but who the fuck order's wine at Chili's? I don't know what kind of beer the man ordered but it was a rather odd tangerine color and had an orange wedge stuck on the top of the glass. An orange wedge??? Some new kind of phoo phoo beer I suppose. Now there was a couple sitting to each side of them, both seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, etc and not only conversing with each other but others as well. However, the white tailored shirt tucked in couple ignored everyone, including one another. Talk about haughty, stick up their ass snobs. Snobs are pathetic to say the least. They go through life with the unfortunate idea that they are somehow better than everyone else when in fact it's all a charade to cover up to convince themselves they are worthy of their supposed upper class social status. These people if they have sex, do so in a bed with the lights off, under the covers, door closed and in missionary position only. How sad. What these people need is some good ole fashioned raunchy sex. A good hummer from a professional would loosen that stick out of the man's ass and doggy style with a big nine incher oughta do it for the women. Alas this couple sat there barely speaking, sipping their phoo phoo drinks and left the restaurant, not holding hands and walking as if the stick was even bigger than when they entered.