I offered Oz the shrimp off my pad thai. He picked them up and put them on the edge of his plate. The waitress came to our table and, since it looked like we were done, she offered to take our dishes.
"Oh, but he didn't eat those shrimp yet," I said.
"That's okay. I'm going to put them in my pocket," Oz said.
The waitress and I laughed. She asked, "What? Do you have a dog in the car or something?"
"There's a cat," Oz said. He picked up the shrimp and put them in the pocket of his rain coat. (The cat in question is actually back on our block, hanging out by the neighbor's house and waiting for handouts.)
"You.Hey!"
"Did you want something to put them in?" the waitress asked.
"He put them in his pocket!"
"He did?"
Oz sat there and grinned while I sputtered, "Shrimp? In your pocket? You put them in your pocket?"
As we left the restaurant, I told him, "I'm blogging this."
Now it's a few hours later and I am. The shrimp were delivered to Phoebus the cat upon our arrival back home. Oz is standing around saying, "So, you've blogged the shrimp in the pocket?"
"Yes. If you're going to do quirky, eccentric things, you have to expect it."
"I didn't think it was that quirky," he says.
"Well, you just have no perspective."
235 words | February 18, 2006 10:13 PM | Real true story