When Rob and I go out, we should be required to post a notice somewhere that we're on the loose. I feel sorry for the poor folks who wait our tables, or ring up our purchases.

Last night, we went to dinner and the waitress came by to see if we were ready to order. Rob points to the live dungeness crab entree on the menu and says to her, "You know, for thirty bucks, you'd think you would at least cook the crab." "Oh, but we do," began the waitress uncertainly, till she caught my eye and realized she'd been had. After she wandered away, Rob said he should have ordered it and then been offended when they brought it out to him cooked as "the menu said they'd be live."

Afterwards, we went to Best Buy so I could pick up The Two Towers extended DVD. As usual, Rob and I wander off in different directions to browse, then eventually hook back up to head to the register. We approach the cashier, not saying anything to each other but standing rather close together with me clutching my DVDs to my chest. "Are these together or separate?" asked the cashier, nodding toward me after ringing Rob's purchases. "Together," said Rob, waving me to hand over my DVD. I beamed at him, saying, "Oh! You're paying for my stuff, too? Thanks!" I paused, then added conversationally, as though I'd never seen him before, "What's your name?"

It's a lot of fun for us because we can both do this with a straight face. It's not so much fun when he does it to me though, which is why I feel for those poor wait staff at our mercy.