The first thing to note about the restaurant is that it was extremely busy. We had just walked two hours along the coast of Rhode Island. I wasn’t up for waiting twenty minutes for a hot dog; Neither was Keileen. She asked him if we can just get fast food. Nobody wanted to sit in a crowded building for fast-food-quality food. He argued that ‘you don’t drive all the Rhode Island for fast food.’ I didn’t think you drove all the way to Rhode Island for a clam shack either, but I kept quiet. Somehow, beyond my understanding, she convinced him to get back in the car. Before she starts pulling out of the parking lot, she reaches up to take her glasses out of the compartment in the car at the same time he rests his arm around her chair. I don’t know what kind of eye conversation they had, all I know
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He shouted at one hundred decibels, leaving everybody shocked. “YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!” he shot again. This time it sends shivers down my spine. “I need to calm down?” she asks. “YES! THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” he starts to spaz about in his seat. “YOU’RE SHAKING THE CAR!”
“NO? I am not shaking the car.” She was being the most calm person you could possibly be at the moment.
“YES YOU ARE! THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!” he says, still shouting at one hundred decibels. I was afraid the next shot would be a punch through the glovebox, or worse, one of us. Tears develop in my eyes. I let them go as silent as possible. I was petrified by the fact of them hearing me.
“Excuse me? You are the one throwing a fit right now. All just because we don’t want to go to your fucking clam shack.” she says. She is still remarkably calm.
“YOU STARTED IT! YOU DIDN’T WANT TO WAIT JUST TEN MINUTES AT A TABLE BEFORE WE CAN GET SOME FOOD!”
“I bet that you’re setting a great example for your kids right now.”
“YOU ARE DAMN RIGHT I AM!” he says at 90 decibels this time.
“We can turn around if you want it so
He shouted at one hundred decibels, leaving everybody shocked. “YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!” he shot again. This time it sends shivers down my spine. “I need to calm down?” she asks. “YES! THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” he starts to spaz about in his seat. “YOU’RE SHAKING THE CAR!”
“NO? I am not shaking the car.” She was being the most calm person you could possibly be at the moment.
“YES YOU ARE! THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE DOING! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!” he says, still shouting at one hundred decibels. I was afraid the next shot would be a punch through the glovebox, or worse, one of us. Tears develop in my eyes. I let them go as silent as possible. I was petrified by the fact of them hearing me.
“Excuse me? You are the one throwing a fit right now. All just because we don’t want to go to your fucking clam shack.” she says. She is still remarkably calm.
“YOU STARTED IT! YOU DIDN’T WANT TO WAIT JUST TEN MINUTES AT A TABLE BEFORE WE CAN GET SOME FOOD!”
“I bet that you’re setting a great example for your kids right now.”
“YOU ARE DAMN RIGHT I AM!” he says at 90 decibels this time.
“We can turn around if you want it so