As we’re leaving a restaurant, a well-dressed gentleman and his wife block the door. He’s helping his wife with her coat, but when he finishes, he just stands there with his hand on the door.
R: Excuse me.
(Gentleman turns and blinks at her slowly.)
R: Excuse me?
(Gentleman may have had one too many mojiotos over dinner. R moves his hand from the door and opens it so we can leave.)
M: He was looped.
R: Yeah, that was weird. He obviously heard me.
M: He just wasn’t sure what to do about it.
R: Brain to arm. Come in arm.
B: This is arm, over.
M: I need you to move the door.
B: (drunken slur) Don’t you tell meee what to do.
Why are you alwaysh telling me what to do?
R: Exactly. “I’m not gonna move the door. In fact, I’m gonna give this woman the finger!”
M: So that’s how that works.