I promised to share some of the misheard conversations between my husband and I. Some of them are pretty funny, or at least they were when they occurred.

When we go out to eat, one of our favorite things to do is to observe the other diners and try to figure out what their relationship to each other is. We usually focus on couples or a group of adults dining together.  If it's a couple, we'll try to figure out if they are dating, married or just friends; and we'll make up scenarios and stories about how they met or what they are doing. It's a game, and a way to pass the time until our meal arrives.

Several years ago, when we lived in Kansas City, we had this particular favorite restaurant, The Corner Cafe. We went there so often, the hostess and the wait staff knew us by name.  We were there one night observing another couple that was seated across the dining room from us. By their body language and the conversation we could hear, we surmised that they were on a first date, and probably a blind date at that.

They were older, and we figured one or both of them were either divorced or widowed. Throughout the meal, they both looked uncomfortable, like they didn’t want to be where they were, or maybe they didn’t like each other, but felt like they owed it to whomever set them up to stick it out.

After 30 minutes or so, they got up to leave, each removing their car keys...him from his coat pocket and her from her purse. As they did this, I said to my husband that the date must not have been successful as they were both taking out their keys. My husband looked at me and said, “They’re taking out their teeth? Why would they do that on a date?” No wonder the date was unsuccessful.

I guess you had to be there.