Who is the woman behind you,do you know anything about her?

The woman "behind" was myself,the question was asked a couple sitting at the table next to me, by a woman sitting with three other people at a table kind of across,they often walk over to each other during dinner.Half the dining room must have heard.I do not know what the answer was.I was sitting there in disbelief.For four weeks I have been watching the escapades of the curious one,how she eats with her elbows on the table, never lets the knife out of her hand,keeps it in the air,as if attached to it,she burps,picks her teeth and having seen it once,God knows it was not a pretty sight, I try not to look in her direction now,but I could not help noticing her husband and herself looking at me all evening, evidently talking about me and then she comes over to her friend and asks if she knows who I am! Well,I am someone who would much rather sit by herself than share a table with an uncouth idiot like you,I was sorely tempted to say to her. But of course I did not.In the olden days she may have been called the salt of the earth,I call her a slob, but I do not purposely hurt feelings of others whatever my opinion of them may be. How wonderful,however, I do not have to spend the evenings in the company of people like her. And what an evening this is turning out to be, the rain and the wind,the wind and the rain.The ship is just a plaything in the hands of the elements.It was much,much worse when I was on my very first cruise on the Independence of the Seas on 29 November 2010,8 months after my husband passed away,but I found it all so soothing,so calming and slept so well for the fist time in months.