Speaking of lunches (and I swear this is my last holiday post of the year)...
Because there are so many corporate holiday events in December, many business people from all over the country and overseas come to New York City during the month. Customers, suppliers, vendors, associates, partners, and other relations visit their customers, clients, etc. So, on top of the parties, you've got lunches with out-of-towners. This is a perfect opportunity to observe the business-owners' behavior in a "casual" group setting (as opposed to conference rooms and other natural habitats).
For many visitors this is also a good occasion for combining business and pleasure (after all, NYC is still #6 most favored tourist city in the world and #1 nation-wide) and quite a few bring their spouses along. Some are actually in business with their spouses.
At the most recent lunch outing of this kind my guests were a manufacturing business owner by himself, another business owner with a wife, an alpha-female head of a consulting group, and a husband and wife attorneys sharing a corporate legal practice. Fun bunch! Don't worry kids, it's only going to get worse!
The manufacturer asked for a coke and downed it really fast; then had it refilled several times throughout the meal. This, naturally, resulted in a fast accumulation of a lot of gas in his stomach, which he unceremoniously belched out every 10 minutes, or so. It was obviously a habitual occurrence, because he did not even bother to apologize. It's amazing, how we learned to hide our emotions in "business" situations - everyone pretended not to notice it, even though once in a while one could catch a hint of a smirk or disgust (depending on the personality) playing on the lips of other guests.
[Side note: This reminds me of another experience in my arsenal of wonderful memories. Early in my career I worked for a company, whose owner, in my mind, will forever carry a title of The Farting Boss. He was middle-aged, but had a younger second wife and wanted to loose weight by drinking glass after glass of Slim Fast. This made him very gassy. The man mastered the skill of silent farting, but the smell was literally unbearable. Imagine my situation - we sat in the same room. Good times!]
The lady consultant first tried her sales pitch on every guest around the table, but quickly lost her enthusiasm, when she realized that nobody is interested in her services, except for me. Since my company already had a contract with her, she did not see a reason to waste anymore time on us and turned her attention to the Blackberry, answering emails between bites and white-wine sips.
The married businessman first attacked his wife in a very loud whisper (it could be heard even at the neighboring tables) for wearing shoes with heels. This apparently slowed down his purposefully brisk gait that went well, I am sure, with his aggressive mannerisms. After the woman's eyes welled up with tears he abandoned her to fight it back on her own and observed the rest of the battlefield in front of him. Dismissing the burping guy and all females as inferior creatures, he concentrated his self-affirmation efforts on the attorney sitting across the table from him.
They went at each other like two roosters in a Filipino cockpit. "Have you read this?" "Do you know that guy?" "I bought Apple at $25 and just sold it at $375." "I am keeping mine - it will be $500 a share in a year." "I closed that famous private equity deal this year." "I brought this much venture capital to my business." "I am opening new factory in China." "We have a law office in Hong Kong!"
God! I contemplated the scene thinking, "The things we must tolerate to earn a living!"