The next day was at sea, as we made our way to the Azores. The highlight was without doubt the penulitimate in grouchy old folks that we encountered on the ship. We had elected to forego the 2nd formal night, and just eat at the buffet. We perhaps needed some comfort food after our experience in Lisbon. Regardless, after we had sat down and been there for several minutes, a couple in thier late 70s or early 80s sat down next to us, bickering the entire time about her pills. Apparently she had forgotten to take them, and he was berating her for not writing herself a note. Please keep in mind that, although he didn't actually say it, the phrase "You Old Hag!" could have been added to the end of every phrase he uttered and no one would have been surprised. He then tucked into his soup, only to drop his spoon and loudly proclaim "This soup is cold!" His wife informed him that of course it was cold, gespacho is always served cold. His response:
"Cold Soup! Whoever invented cold soup oughtta have his brain examined (you old hag!)!?!
"Then don't eat it!(old coot!)"
"I'm not eatin' it (harridan!)!!"
"Then get some more soup (codger!)!!
"I'm gettin' it (battleaxe!) !!
...and more of this sort of exchange. Nothing like seeing 50 years of joyful marriage to inspire newlyweds. Anyway, we actually found this quite comic, and had to work hard to keep from laughing, which I know is rude, but there you go (wrinkly old...). Jene and I became determined right then and there never to be these people.
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