[This is a special little something for ickle Harri.]
The setting: An upscale restaurant downtown. The items on the menu aren't ridiculously expensive, pricy enough to keep the atmosphere sufficiently snooty. The smells of a french/chinese fusion waft from the kitchen, teasing the customers waiting to be seated.
The time: The evening, specifically, the evening of a particular couple's anniversary. Said couple has been dating for 4 years to the day, and the woman at the table still has no ring on her finger. She taps the table cloth impatiently as they wait for their food.
The woman:
Charlene DuBois, one half of the couple having their anniversary tonight. She waits for the waiter to bring their drinks, hers being a cran-raspberry daiquiri. As she waits, her eyes go over her date, and they soften up. One can see through the look in her eyes that she truly cares for the man across from her, and she gives him a small smile. "Honey, you really shouldn't have gone out of your way for all this. It's fantastic, so romantic... but I thought we agreed we wanted to do something low key tonight?"
The waiter: He finally arrives with the drinks, doing a double take as he looks at the woman and hands her the daiquiri. Then he offers the man his drink.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker