Saint and I decide to splurge a bit and go to dinner at a sit down, nicer steak restaurant.
We walk in, it's practically deserted. It's peaceful. Just the two of us over in the abyss of a nice, almost romantic place. We are talking and enjoying each other's company. When all of a sudden, this guy is seated next to us. He turns around to face us and says, "Sorry to interrupt, but can I ask you guys a question? Does it smell like rancid meat in here to you?"
after what seems like an eternity, he continues, "My wife and I were just wondering if it was us. As we walked in, we swear we smelled rancid meat."
I look at Saint and he looks at me. We blink. What do you say to that?
I mean, we are sitting in a meat restaurant. Just ordered and he brings up RANCID MEAT.
WHO DOES THAT?
I seriously wanted to smack this guy. It tainted my dinner just a bit. Because I kept thinking about the rancid meat comment.
I wanted to say as we were leaving, "Enjoy your rancid meat." (add an expletive in there)