Last night my husband and I went out for a buffet dinner. I find it interesting to watch the people in line to get an idea of what type of person they are. Much like the variety of dishes offered you’ll find a variety of people.

Most of the dishes were labeled, but some were not. The people who served themselves a big helping of the mystery meat are the risk takers. The lady in front of me who examined every tomato from the salad was the cautious type. She’d pick up a tomato with the tongs, turn it, hold it up to the light, view it under her magnifying glass and then toss it back. She’d pick a different tomato and start again. The person who cuts in line is like the distracted driver who cuts you off in traffic because they’re busy texting. They’re oblivious to the fact that they’re the cause for chaos.

However, the person who intrigues me most is the one who gets their dessert plate the same time as their dinner plate. They have a plate piled high with food that should take an hour to eat and a dessert plate filled with hot, delicious desserts that will turn cold before it’s eaten. Why not wait till you’re done with the main course to get dessert? It’ll still be there. These people are not big on sharing and run under the assumption of ‘I know what’s mine,’ and they’d knock down anybody who gets in their way. This type of person would have knocked down your grandmother on the titanic as they jumped in the lifeboat, while eating a cinnamon bun they got from the buffet. I may have been knocked down a few times by my husband, by golly, I still love him.


“My grandfather had a wonderful funeral….It was held in a big hall with accordion playres. On the buffet table there was a replica of the deceased in potato salad.”


Woody Allen

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