Sheryl, Matt, Steve and I went to dinner at the local diner last Friday. At the end of dinner, the waiter tapped me on the shoulder.
“Can I ask you a question,” he said.
“Sure.”
“Are you brother and sister, or are you married?” he asked, pointing at Sheryl and me.
I was a little caught off guard. “Married,” I said, shaking my head.
“Oh, well that makes sense. When people are together a long time they start looking like each other.”
Poor Sheryl. I figure that I went up in stature, but that poor girl.
You can imagine what happened next. We laughed for the entire ride home. “Christ,” I said, “I’m glad he didn’t ask me if I had a bulldog, because people start to look like their pets after a while.”
That was the strangest thing every said to me at a restaurant.
