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Last night we were eating at Panda Express. They have these stand-up tables with tall bar stools. There are about 10 of them in this open area.
So I return to our table from getting a refill, stand next to Amy and wait for the rest of the crew to get out of the bathroom.
Then I notice that Amy’s hair was noticeably shorter and darker…
And there was a man at the table…
And another kid that wasn’t mine…
And Amy doesn’t wear glasses either…
And I’m standing really close to her…
With my arm leaning on the back of her chair…
“Oh my, this isn’t my family or my table.”
The kid laughed, the husband smirked, the wife never once looked up from her meal or at me.
I can only imagine she was mortified that some strange man was making a pass at her and her husband just sat there.
Amy walks up and says - “What was that all about?”
I could barely tell her the story without laughing.
9 responses so far ↓
1 wayne // Mar 29, 2007 at 12:26 pm
LOL!!!!
2 MikeS // Mar 29, 2007 at 2:20 pm
I can hardly read it without laughing. Just too funny!
3 AK // Mar 29, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Glad to see you are still the observant one!
4 Christine // Mar 29, 2007 at 4:29 pm
I can only imagine…
“Well Amy, After 15 or however years of marriage, I still cant tell you from another woman. Sorry. I love you!”
5 Derek // Mar 29, 2007 at 11:34 pm
hahah that is stinking hilarious
6 Big Tom // Apr 1, 2007 at 3:38 am
This sounds like a great writer’s imagination at work. Surely it didn’t really happen!!!
7 kris // Apr 2, 2007 at 1:10 pm
well … not as scary as the time a friend of mine and her husband were at dinner with friends ….
they were waiting for a table at a restaurant and wife #2 came out of the restroom, stood next to husband #1 and put her hand lovingly on his butt. yep, right there — and he was too embarrassed to even say anything, so they both just stood there until she noticed her husband was actually watching her from several feet away - with a REAL big smile on his face.
8 Kitty S // Apr 6, 2007 at 8:26 pm
Not enough oxygen in Parker, huh?
9 Coach Lane // Apr 19, 2007 at 7:23 pm
I think I can top you.
Back in the day before Pinecrest had a building, the worship team rehearsed in a team members basement. This was on Sat. mornings and they wanted us to just walk in, head downstairs and set up tom minimize family disruptions.
One Sat I was running a few minutes late. I burst through the door, said “Hi” to the woman and young boy in the living room and galloped down the basements stairs. It was only when I reached the bottom of the steps did I notice that now of the other band members were present. That seemed odd given my lateness. Also the furnishings looked both out of place and different. Finally noticing the complete absence of any musical gear, it slowly dawns on my laser-focused mind that I’ve walked into the wrong house!
Reversing my field, I bolt back up the steps and face the woman and her son, still in the same position I’d left them some 90 seconds ago. To say they looked stunned and wide-eyed would not do justice to the “What-is-this-huge-man-with-a-big-black-case-doing-wandering-around-my-house-like-he-owns-the-place” expressions on their faces.
Breaking out my biggest friendly teddy bear smile I say, “I am so very sorry to startle you, I am not an axe-murderer, I am here for band practice and I’ve clearly come into the wrong house. I’ll show myself back out. Again, very sorry!”
Without changing expresion the lady of the house said, “It’s allright, these house look alike. You want one house down.”
It has been 6 years, but I am still mortified by the look on their faces.
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