Robin and I went to the Blue Window for dinner, one of the nicer resturaunts in town. When we got there, it was late and there were only two other tables filled, both in one corner of the resturaunt. Oddly, the hostess chose to seat us right next to the other two tables. Perhaps she was looking for an optimal packing ratio or something.

Next, our waiter turned out to be this guy who had up until very recently worked at Quiznos as a cashier. And despite the fact that he was now working at a pretty classy place, he had all the mannerisms and intelligence you'd expect from a cashier at Quiznos. Every time he spoke to us, we were trying really hard to keep a straight face. I think because we were young compared to the average Blue Window fare, we were his best friends.

For the final act, two older gentlemen came in just before we left, one of which proceeded to fall right off his chair and onto his face. It was unclear whether the man was heavily drunk or was partaking in some sort of mental challenge. Either way, as we left (and his friend was busy wiping the guy's face off), we felt that we had just experienced something.... not normal.

What the hell was that??