It is not just any restaurant that you can go into and talk (loudly) to a lady who has just come from the hospital after chopping the end of her finger off and also get the play by play from a man (also loudly) who just got released from the hospital days ago (Saturday to be exact) after a very serious hernia operation. I can give you the size of his wound, the hospitals where each of them were seen and treated. I can tell you the length of his stay in the hospital and even what time his surgery was.
While I was sitting trying to eat my dinner, but also engaging in conversation with my new friends, who at one point were almost in a competition for my attention and had my head swinging back and forth, I thought about how interesting it must be for any other patrons in the restaurant to have to listen to medical stories through dinner. Thankfully there were only 2 other people sitting at tables for part of our conversation. It is a tiny restaurant, though, and certainly if you were in there, you were part of the conversation.
Only in the Mills?? I doubt it. People everywhere want to be heard. They want to know that someone cares about what they have just been through. I really was happy to listen, but would have preferred being entirely done with my dinner first as I am not a huge fan of medical stuff.
Oh, and our goodbyes....our gentleman friend came over to our table and wished us well while reiterating a few points made previously. While he was standing there with our full attention, our new lady friend came up behind him and mouthed something with an annoyed look. I am assuming she was annoyed that he was talking so much and had cut her off. (Our gentleman friend had won the competition for my attention earlier. I couldn't help it. He was in the middle of a sentence when she started talking.) Finally both of our new friends took their leave and surprisingly I could not eat another bite;-)