So I was in one of those “Golden” restaurants in Chicago. You know, those places that serve pancakes and, well, just about everything else. And even though they don’t seem to be owned by the same restaurateurs, they’re all known as the Golden Something-Or-Other.
The voice of a woman sitting at the opposite end of the room carried through all of the other chatter and clatter, and I couldn’t help hearing what she was saying. This was an older white woman, wearing a cowboy hat, a bolo tie and a red plaid shirt. I later noticed that she was sitting in a booth with a black woman and a Chinese woman.
Three times, I heard the woman in the bolo tie utter important-sounding pronouncements:
“Five hundred thousand years ago, humanoids did not exist.”
“The intelligentsia don’t have a clue because the intelligentsia are in the middle of it.”
“And what about the boy child?”