Last night, Hubs called and asked if I'd like to meet him for dinner. Let's see, get out of cooking dinner, get out of washing dishes (assuming Hubs remembers his credit card) and most importantly, get out of the HOUSE? My friends, this is not an offer I am ever likely to refuse.
Since I wasn't quite finished with some errands and Hubs had just left the office, we agreed that Hubs would go get a table and I'd meet him there.
Sounds simple enough, right?
As I was driving to meet him, Hubs sent me a message, "Seated. Give them your name, they'll show you where I am."
So I approached the hostess and told her, "Hi, I'm meeting my husband here; he's already been seated."
Very business-like she picked up her list and asked briskly, "Okay, do you know your husband's name?"
Blink.
Not sure I'd heard her correctly I inquired, "Excuse me?"
"Do you know your husband's name?" She tapped her pen on the list, impatience clearly setting in. And why not? I'd be irked, too, if confronted with someone who was unaware of her spouse's name. Well maybe not irked but I would certainly be inclined to snicker.
Still, I am nothing if not helpful and polite. Apologetically I admitted, "No. No, I don't know my husband's name. I've been meaning to ask but..."
At this point a nice server man stepped up and asked, "Miss, (and the judge awards 2 bonus points for going with "Miss" as opposed to "Ma'am"!) may I ask YOUR name, please?"
"Why, certainly! That I know!" I gave him my name and he kindly took me to meet Hubs.
On our way to the table, the server grinned and said, "Would you like me to introduce you to your husband?"
"Only if he's cute."
"I'm sure you'll think so. He looks like he's the kind who tips well, too."
And as it turned out Hubs was both. Plus he DID remember his credit card. While he had it out, I sneaked a peek at his name. You know, just in case this question comes up again. I want to be prepared.
