PDA is short for Public Display of Affection, for those of you not familiar with the term. Although it can mean something as simple as a quick hug or holding hands, there are some who carry this to the extreme. A nauseating extreme. An indecent extreme, even. Yeah, you’ve seen them.
Yesterday, we took my mother out to a little Japanese restaurant for lunch. It was Mom’s birthday and she really, really likes sushi. We enjoyed a fabulous meal and were having some after-lunch conversation when a well-dressed man and woman came in to claim a table in the corner. I knew there would be trouble when they both sat on the same side of the table with their backs to the rest of the lunch crowd. And I mean crowd. The place was packed.
We had the misfortune of sitting almost directly across from this couple and nothing – nothing – was left to the imagination. We could see it all. So could almost everyone else. Aside from the tonsil hockey game they played, hands were in places they shouldn’t be in any public place and these two obviously didn’t care. The woman even had to button up her sweater when the waitress came to take their order. Seriously.
I could speculate as to why these two felt the need to display their affection for one another in such a brazen manner, but I will withhold judgment. I’ll just say that their behavior was inappropriate. Period.
What’s the moral of this story, you ask? There isn’t one. Or at least there were no morals evident yesterday afternoon where that couple was concerned. I wanted to grab the woman by the arm and march her into the restroom to ask if she had any self-respect whatsoever. The man sure didn’t. Respect for the woman, that is.
I’m still shaking my head.
Maybe I’ll write this into one of my stories.
2 responses to “PDA”
Lol…shame on them. I would assume one or both of them was cheating on other people too, but I’m a pessimist like that.
I’m not a pessimist, but the same thought crossed my mind. 😦