“Blah blah blah blah blah, blah,” she said, clearing her throat right away. It was almost a chuckle.
Everyone at the table remained stern while their eyes wandered.
So, she reiterated, “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.” She rubbed her chin, “Blah?”
They all exchanged looks and sipped from their French Burgundy wine. For some, it was their second glass as they poured more. The forks and knives pierced her ears, making them ring. She could hear them chewing like cows over their dead silence.
She sighed and called the waiter, “Another glass, please.”
The waiter nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I guess nobody likes my foot joke,” she said casually.
The waiter tried his best to hide his smile.
She turned back to the large group of people, “Blah blah blah blah,” she said, gawking at them.
The dead air and white sound eventually turned into her allies and fiends. It was clear what circle she was in and who her friends were. No need to stir, to excite neglected emotions. Nothing will ever suffice for itching ears to hear what they wish. Let silence be a friend, not a fiend but a wise counselor.
“The senator cleared his throat, uncomfortable. This was probably new to him—the sensation of being ignored. I could’ve taught him a thing or two about it.” —Jenn Marie ThorneMom Junction: 200+ Best Being-Ignored Quotes And Sayings
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