Last Saturday, I went to dinner with a friend from High School. Actually...she and I were friends since elementary school. Catholic School buddies!!
Anyway. We went to a restaurant in Uptown and were seated at a booth. There was another row of booths adjacent to us - divided by a tall-ish divider in the middle. When sitting in the booth, we couldn't see over the wall.
Why is this relevant?
Because as we were sitting there chatting, a napkin flew over the dividing wall. I looked around, confused. Who was throwing things at us??
It all became clear when I unfolded the napkin...
A hostage situation! Should we call 911? Alert the authorities? No. I did what I do best - I replied with a smart-ass comment.
A few minutes later another note landed on my lap.
Umm...Wha?? Okay. Whatever. My reply:
We heard them laughing at our response. Yeah, we're funny gals. And soon enough we had another airmail delivery.
Ahhhhhhhh. It's all coming together. He is flirting with us. Can you blame him?? We're smokin' hot. If someone is willing to fake Tourette's, I'm willing to bet that they have a good sense of humor. I'll give my phone number to a funny dude.
And then we heard shuffling. They were getting up to leave the restaurant. But not before one last note.
Phone numbers have been pixelated to protect the innocent.
As they walked out of the restaurant, our note-writing cohort shouted something out. I could only make out a few words...including "EGGROLL!" and "TEABAG!".
That? Is comedy gold.
Anyway. We went to a restaurant in Uptown and were seated at a booth. There was another row of booths adjacent to us - divided by a tall-ish divider in the middle. When sitting in the booth, we couldn't see over the wall.
Why is this relevant?
Because as we were sitting there chatting, a napkin flew over the dividing wall. I looked around, confused. Who was throwing things at us??
It all became clear when I unfolded the napkin...
A hostage situation! Should we call 911? Alert the authorities? No. I did what I do best - I replied with a smart-ass comment.
A few minutes later another note landed on my lap.
Umm...Wha?? Okay. Whatever. My reply:
We heard them laughing at our response. Yeah, we're funny gals. And soon enough we had another airmail delivery.
Ahhhhhhhh. It's all coming together. He is flirting with us. Can you blame him?? We're smokin' hot. If someone is willing to fake Tourette's, I'm willing to bet that they have a good sense of humor. I'll give my phone number to a funny dude.
And then we heard shuffling. They were getting up to leave the restaurant. But not before one last note.
Phone numbers have been pixelated to protect the innocent.
As they walked out of the restaurant, our note-writing cohort shouted something out. I could only make out a few words...including "EGGROLL!" and "TEABAG!".
That? Is comedy gold.
Labels: Dating Drama, Oversharing, Ramblings
9 Comments:
That is hilarious! I give the dude major points for creativity.
I love him! Date him, marry him and have his babies.
I am totally scamming this idea, I'll carry a napkin and pen with me wherever I go
Best pick-up ever. But was he cute??
So cute. I laughed when I finished your blog ... loudly. My daughter kept asking "what's so funny, mommy? What? Tell me! Whaaaat?!" Her 12-year-old advice? "Go for it! I would definitely talk to HIM." Ahem. I think I would too!
That is soooooooooooo flippin' fun! I'm jealous. Yeah, was he cute?? Now you have to keep us all posted as to how teh first date goes!
that is frickin' awesome!
That's unique. Whenever I fake Tourette's, other things come out of my mouth that shouldn't be typed here.
That's awesome. Did you see what the fella looked like?
That's an awesome story! How great you posted the pics too. So...was he cute? Have you talked to him?
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