The Dinner Date

I went for dinner with Mum and U. Zek today at some semi-swanky Italian place. It was run by an Italian fellow with big, curly hair and a reasonably wicked sense of humour.


A few minutes through our first course, U. Zek was hailed by some fellow with a really round head. He greeted the fellow amicably, they chatted and after five minutes or so, the fellow returned to his own table outside. U. Zek sat down, looked at us and said, in all seriousness, "I really don't know who he is."


A few minutes into our second course and they--Mum and U. Zek--spotted some white haired, bearded dude talking to the Italian owner. U. Zek, a rather competent gossiper, said,"That's the Italian bugger..." I lost track of what he actually said, but it was basically about some woman married to the fellow who both own another gig and the lady doesn't work anymore.

I turned to my mother and asked,"Which Italian bugger?"

She answers, "The grey haired one."

I go, "Ah."


Yeah, a normal dinner out on the town.