Moment the First:

Ray remarks that it’s difficult to use silverware at fancy restaurants properly. Do you work from the outside in or inside out? It’s the first way, I tell him. He remarks that he’s used the wrong fork and is now left with a little salad fork with which to eat meat. He glances to his left, reaches over, and switches his salad fork with Judy’s fork, as she has used her salad fork for salad and is still possessed of a larger fork.

Fast forward 5 minutes. Uppity waiters in white coats are coming to the tables to remove extraneous silverware and to give large forks to those who have utilized their forks in the incorrect manner. The waiter picks up the salad fork Ray has given Judy, places it on a linen napkin covered plate, and gives her a large fork. She turns to Ray and me and remarks, “Oh, I must have used the wrong fork!” Ray is grinning and doesn’t look like explaining, but since I can’t contain my laughter, I explain the old fork-switching crime he’s just committed. He is gently chastised.

Moment the Second:

As our party prepares to leave aforementioned fancy restaurant, I ask Ray if he is ready to go. In reply, he takes a good sized bread roll out of his pocket, holds it aloft, and returns in to his pocket. After all, you probably shouldn’t ask for to go boxes in restaurants this nice.

I told him I’d blog about both incidents. And I did.

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