we went out to lunch (as usual on fridays) to a nice chinese place. We went a little earlier than we usually do, and the place was packed. I wasn't in the mood -- we waited about ten minutes making idle chitchat, and one of the tables ballooned from four to twenty, party-like. The place was PACKED, and it was slowly becoming standing-room only. The staff couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle it.
I tried to convince folks to go somewhere else, but they really wanted to eat there. I kept saying I wanted to leave... but I wasn't leaving, and I couldn't figure out why. I didn't want to stay. I wanted to leave. I hadn't left yet. I think it was something to do with politeness, maybe, or some sort of desire for company... I don't really have a clue. Finally, my intellect snapped over my emotions enough to allow me to walk out. I came back to the office. I figure I'll eat later, or maybe just snack on stuff, or something. I don't care. I just didn't want to deal with that situation, and couldn't figure out ... whatever. La la la. Let it be, let it be, let it be.