I discovered my situational awareness is a bit better than Bitter’s. One Thai restaurant we like to go to is found in a mostly vacant, out of the way shopping plaza in Newtown. Approaching the restaurant, I notice two other vehicles out front, one with Pennsylvania tags, and an early model Ford Explorer with New Jersey tags. We park behind the Explorer. Go in to the place, and find two other couples there. Not unexpected or unusual, since this doesn’t tend to be a busy place on a Sunday.
Bitter and I go in, enjoy our Spicy Drunken Noodle (with chicken). In the mean time, couple one leaves. Couple two, who were sitting rather cozily next to each other at the table also leaves, but gives me a funny and not entirely friendly look on the way out. Enough to make me think “Jesus woman, what did I do to deserve the evil eye?”
Bitter and I take about 20 minutes to finish our meal. On the way out I notice that New Jersey tagged Explorer is still in the parking lot, and the engine is running. Condition orange. Something is not right with this picture. We’re the only other ones in the parking lot, and they left the restaurant 20 minutes ago. Had the Kel-Tec in the jacket pocket. Put my hand in my pocket just in case. I figure that maybe they had too much to drink, and are waiting to feel OK to drive. Understandable. But I didn’t notice a bottle on their table (it’s a BYOB), evil eye, our car the only other one around, so yeah… condition orange.
As we approached the Explorer, I heard the soft din of Bryan Adams “Heaven”. A little closer, and noticed the vehicle shaking a bit. At this point my eyes are fixated on the windo …. holy beast with two backs batman, those two are going at it like a couple of crazed spider monkeys. I mean, how does that go? “Come on baby, the food was hot, you are hot, and the massaman curry just makes me too crazy. I can’t wait to get home! I must have you now.” Back to condition yellow. Evil eye was because they wanted to get all Evil Jungle Princess in the back seat, and we created a problem for their plans when we arrived.
I am not one to call the cops for something like that. We were the only other people around, and while I generally tend to think you should be done sex in the back of a car, in a public parking lot, by the time you’re, say, 16, if I had called the cops, it would be for the sin for being from New Jersey, and in my state, playing Bryan Adams at a decible level where I could hear it. But it’s a useful lesson in observing what’s going on around you.
Get in the car, turn on the headlights and drive off. Noticed that the movement inside and outside stopped when the headlights went on. I hope they both managed to finish after our rude interruption. Nonetheless, I think I will have to talk to my new state rep about making it illegal to play Bryan Adams loudly while being from New Jersey. We need to have decent standards for public behavior in this state.
