Robot-Voice

June 17, 2007/Eating lunch by myself looking over something boring. A man in a suit walks in with a woman who looks just like an overweight Tori Spelling. It’s obvious to me that they’re a couple. They sit down to eat and I think nothing of it. About fifteen minutes later, another man dressed in a yellow v-neck and red shorts walks in high on the perk of his own bounce and sits down next to them. Seems strange, but I keep to my business. Every once in a while I look up and notice more and more of a flirt between the two guys. "They must be close friends," I think.

Finally, the woman gets up to powder her bosoms (they looked like they needed powdering), and makes her way to the restroom. Suit grabs Yellow Shirt by the hand and smacks him one on the lips. "What the fuck," I literally say out loud. No one hears that part. The sudden jolt sends skippy on a bounce right out of the restaurant. I’m looking around for cameras at this point since it seems I’m the only one who noticed this. Wifey walks out of the restroom, and to make things utterly complete in the world of chaos, she stands Mr. Closet up to his feet, and slobbers his face for at least five seconds. Ah, another boring lunch, but the inspiration for this.