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In the noodle bar, a young woman, barely twenty, loudly over confident. With an old man, presumably her grandfather? She is overweight, a big girl, dark hair, in a bun, glasses, a green cardigan over a t-shirt and blue jeans. He is bald on top, but has eccentric hair, flaring back and long at the back, pronounced and bushy. She goes to the ladies, sat at the far end of a table so she goes round. On the way back she decides to cut along between tables - where the space is particularly narrow. With no attempt to excuse herself she bumps into me as she passes - hard, without warning, for a second it feels like I’ve been punched and I’m quite surprised. Once food arrives she makes a big deal about explaining it all to the old man. He struggles to grasp the purpose of the chop sticks as he tries to stab the tempura with one in each hand. The bento box arrives, which he places to one side, nervously, clearly not quite ready to approach it. She is condescending in her attitude towards him, and he understandably looks uncomfortable about the whole thing.

Labels: bento, fat girl, food, glasgow, grandfather, noodles, old man, tempura