The fury of tittle tattle

I'm at it again, sitting in the corner of the 'Coach and Horses' watching !!!
There are more women, by a ratio of five to one and it strikes me as another measure of the gender revolution since, when I was growing, up women would always be accompanied by a man when they came to eat in a  restaurant but not actually paying the bill. It was unheard of for a women to pay the bill, even to share the cost of the meal but having recently dined out with my daughter, I had to 'arm-wrestle' her to pay.
Emancipation is one thing but there is one area of human behaviour where women glow with supreme entitlement. Wearing a small child on her hip,she proclaims to the world, the gold medal of her own achievement, the apple of her eye and in the case in front of me now,her granddads eye.

Of course you could, if you were cynical, compare it to lugging a sack of potatoes around and whilst Granddad is in his element seeking the little madams attention, Grandma is not so satisfied as she mentally compares her previous role in situations like this and can't help herself from wishing to be in charge and to handle things differently !

The younger waitresses speed around like ferrets on speed compared to a much older waitress who drifts in and out in a more homely fashion. Waitressing in a world like this is a competitive business and I wonder, as I watch the old "didi", like a Ford Popular, competing with high torque, ultra silent Nissan Leafs, if she shouldn't at some stage be put out to pasture.
I'v mentioned it before but women, at the dinner table, released from male company, are turbo charged when it comes to conversation. The unflagging the stories roll off their lips, accompanied by shrieks of laughter. Their world is one of "communion" and years of pent up social containment behind lace curtains is released in a fury of tittle tattle.