To Each His Own
Out to dinner tonight at the local favorite, Wences. Best chicken enchilada soup in the county, Gail loves the artichokes.
Then I notice the guy sitting right in my line of sight:
So here’s a guy, having dinner with an attractive woman, with a little stuffed doggie under his arm. At first, I thought maybe they had a little kid he was hold the dog for, but that wasn’t the case. No kid, just a stuffed pet.
A little while later, he got up to go to the men’s room, and was careful to take his bag with him. A bag with another tiny stuffed animal sitting in an outside pocket. Men don’t usually take a bag, that’s a girl thing.
He came back. Put the doggie on the table, patted it gently on the head, and finished his dinner.
No, this doesn’t mean anything. I just like to notice things, the odder the better.