My New Favorite Story

Last night we had dinner at BJ's Pizza...

I had told Elizabeth that I would call her when I got there so she could meet up with us. I figured it would take about 20 minutes for her to get there and at least that long for us to get a table. Perfect timing, right?

So, I pull in to the BJs parking lot and get out my phone. I turn down the music, and dial Elizabeth. I had just pressed TALK when I saw some brake lights. Sweet! Front row spot! So I quickly stop.

At this same moment, two older (at least 65-70) men walk out from behind a car and think I am quickly stopping to avoid hitting them. I smile, and wave them across, since I am waiting for the parking spot, not for them.

These men proceeded to become the greatest story of my week.

One of the men put one hand up to his ear like a fake cell phone, and shakes his other hand at me in a "no-no" motion, as if I were two. He keeps saying, "No. No. No cell phone."

I smile and continue to listen to the Elizabeth-less phone call.

Then the other man, KNOCKS ON MY WINDSHIELD. (Honestly, I could not make this up!) He knocks on my windshield and says "Close your phone!" While saying this, he makes a close motion with his hands. He repeats himself three or four times, with a totally rude look on his face.

So, I say "Okay" and hang up my phone.

As this is happening, two younger (20ish) walk by and shrug their shoulders as if to say "What the heck is going on? Sorry about that!" I rolled my eyes at the men, watched as they passed and then parked in the spot I'd been waiting for.

I couldn't wait to tell someone. Now it's my favorite story.