At least a half dozen people have emailed me the photo of the guy eating at an Olive Garden in Charlotte who got so ticked off after an argument with his date that he propped his menu up so as to not be able to see her face anymore. Until he ordered his chow anyhow.
The photo was taken by someone named Adam who then Tweeted it, along with the zinger "A grown ass man is mad at his girlfriend & has made a menu fort." Funny stuff. But it does beg the question: Just how hot was the date that you were on, Adam? Sure, the doofus just had an argument loud enough that it got your attention, and the "menu fort" is, admittedly, difficult to resist. I can see telling whoever you were with what was happening, but Tweeting it? Got some time on your hands there, huh, buddy? Never mind the fact that there is a little something called "invasion of privacy." Even while we are all well aware that privacy is on the endangered species list.
As you can see in the article accompanying the photo I have provided a link to, Adam was more than happy to be interviewed, too, and regale readers with exactly what happened when the menus were snatched up by the waitress after she took the couple's order. "The couple's phones came out and stayed out for the rest of the meal." Presumably this is when yours was put away, Adam? For I do not see a follow-up photo and, alas, no furthers Tweets.
There were, however, more than 1,273 retweets of the menu fort photo. Lots of stones, from lots of glass houses.
A young, adorable couple sat behind me at a concert a few weeks back. They couldn't have been 18. Throughout the entire performance of the opening act they used their respective phones to snaps photos or to shoot videos. Then they stayed on their devices throughout the entire intermission, ostensibly posting the photos/videos, and probably emailing them to friends, along with "I wonder if he/she likes me." Don't worry; he or she will text one of their friends if they do, and then that person will text someone you know, and then they'll text someone and....eventually you'll find out. Not one word uttered to one another the entire time the lights were up.
Maybe I should've taken a photo of them, posted it on Twitter, along with the zinger "Grown ass man taking a photo of two kids on a date who should have left their phones at home."