Williamsburg Ramen Shop Rant

Picture it: A Williamsburg Ramen shop. A couple in their thirties on a date sit down to peruse the menu, taking off layers one by one, in from the cold. Guy points finger up high to speaker blasting music and proclaims "Hawaii Five-O." I am waiting in line to use restroom right beside them and with every fiber of my being want to interject "Totally wrong, dude - it's Axel F from Beverly Hills Cop." But the girl, now wearing an indignant frown who knows the guy's wrong when he says "Hawaii Five-O," slows down her clothes unraveling, and debates whether or not to actually take her scarf off and stay. Like, it's over, before it's even begun. Well, I keep telling myself not to say anything(in my mind at least) and before I utter a word the girl stops me with her eyes - while the man - her date - keeps his eyes fixed down on the menu - unknowingly saved by the girl - and I - inspired by Dale Carnegie's "How To Win Friends and Influence People" chapter which warns against being a "Know-it-all" - keep my mouth shut. And so the date continues undeterred...now that I have been defeated...instead of the man...who looks quite sweet and warm in his vintage Oliver Peoples and cashmere V-neck...and the girl completes her undressing...smiling now...and sits beside him...sharing his menu...pointing at photos of bowls of soup...