Panera; Margaret

the situation is that I am sitting in Panera and I hear this conversation, or speech. I don't know the women, but one of them was named Margaret.

Woman: How about right here, Margaret?

Margaret: Oh, yeah this is perfect.

Woman: Yes, definitely. This is much better. Glad we didn’t have to sit outside! So, let me tell you, oh my god, you know? Ben keeps telling me about this friend- this girl- he’s been hanging around with, and you know, I knew he had a little crush on her, and I just tried to leave it alone-- it’s none of my business, but he finally brings her over, this weekend, right? And she’s 23. Twenty-three! And she stays for dinner and finally goes home at some awful time in the morning, and she’s covered in tattoos, mind you.

Margaret: I saw an interesting program a few weeks ago about men dating older women…

Woman: I bet it was interesting. So, finally, what happened, the next day I go into his bedroom and he asks me what I thought of her and I just didn’t say anything, you know, he already knows I don’t like her. So I just told him that it’s not my decision who he’s hanging around with, and then I said that I really didn’t want to get into it, it’s none of my business. Well, he kept telling me he asked my opinion, but I just didn’t have anything to say about her, Margaret, so I just left, and closed the door. Sometimes you just have to close the door, Margaret.