But I Digress (& obsess)
Anyway, we are walking to the door when we see this "fugly" Scion that looks just like our son-in-law's car. No, wait, it doesn't have the pink monkey face in the rear window, and besides, it's parked in the handicapped space, so it's not him.
We turn to enter the restaurant when my bride points out the little bumper sticker in the lower left rear window. It says something about turning off a certain conservative cable news network. That's interesting because that certain station just happens to be my favorite channel.
We enter the restaurant and within a few seconds I notice that Jandy is staring at me.
"What?" I ask.
"Did you hear what I said?" She asked
Of course I didn't. But why not? That was when I became conscious of the fact that I was scanning the place and "profiling" the crowd for the likely driver. There were no obvious culprits: no one in a wheelchair or with a cane in a Che Guevara tee shirt and red memorial Larry King suspenders, for example.
Our meal was disturbed countless times by me interrupting Jandy with something stupid like "I bet it's that guy over there with the black vest. Yeah, he looks like like a commie." Nope. He hung a right as he exited.
"Oh, look over there! Is that Michael Moore?" It wasn't, but until he paid and walked past the Scion I refereed to him as Michael.
"Oh I know! It's that tall effeminate guy in the pink shirt and pink tie."
No, despite ruining lunch for my wife with my inane chatter and supposition, we came and left without the car's owner reveling them self.
Hey, on the bright side at least we learned that I'm not good at judging books by their cover.