Monday, September 30, 2019

In a Midhurst Tea Room

Reposted from November 2, 2009



The hottest summer on record made doing the tourist thing a bit more difficult. It was a family vacation and we started things off in Midhurst, seeing some ruins (and relaxing a bit) before heading up to London and the more intense part of our trip. The tea-room we stopped in that afternoon had sandwiches and sodas and, although it wasn't air-conditioned, there was a trellised garden in the back which was quite pleasant.

We were waiting for food when a man and a woman sat down nearby. He had full motorcycle leathers, she did not, but both carried helmets. It must have been quite a ride, for the woman was visibly excited, trembling even, and was watching her companion very intensely. The man began to talk. He was not well-spoken but by the swagger in his demeanor I could tell that he'd done this routine many times before.

She was reading him; watching his little show. An afternoon thrill? Or was he worth another look? Her intensity of concentration suggested that she was ambivalent, she nodded a little too vigorously and her smiles of attraction alternated with fleeting grimaces of repulsion.

Our food came and we ate quietly; the boys were still jet-lagged. The couple finished their drinks and were off, I could hear the cycle rev as they sped away to parts unknown.

At that moment I was glad that my courting days were over, that my family was intact, and I was happily married. The mating dance is fascinating, but not always pretty.

By Professor Batty



2 Comments:

Blogger jono said...

Fact or fiction, Batty?


Blogger Professor Batty said...

Fact.

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