I had another date last night.  Watch out now!  A couple more times and this will become a habit.  Thankfully, this date was far more interesting and, coincidentally, far more interested.

After we were seated and the server took our drink orders, Grace Kelly over here knocked her water glass off the table.  No big deal, the server went to get towels to clean up the spill.  He brought one back and cleaned up the floor, then he stood up and, USING THE SAME RAG, began to clean our table.

For any of you that have been reading me or knowing me for a long time, you already know I nearly passed clean the hell out.  I had to speak up and quickly!  Now, what I meant to say was, “pardon me, but do you mind getting another towel for the purpose of ridding our table from the water of which I have spilled.”

What came out of my mouth was, “NONONONONONONONONO!!!!!!!”

He, and my date, both turned to look at me.  The server looked puzzled.  I calmly explained that he was using the towel from the floor to clean our table.  He apologized and retreated to get more towels.  Sidebar: I’m betting his house is nasty.

While he was gone I turned to my date and apologized for the minor freak out, certain that he knew thought I was looney.  He just laughed and said it was okay and he knew I had issues.

*queue cartoon birds singing*

Our server returned with a bottle of cleaning solution and fresh towels.  He sprayed the table down and I didn’t even shudder when the stuff got all over our plates and silverware.  I just smiled politely and handed it all to him to take away.  Aren’t you proud of me?

As for the rest of the date, well, let’s just say that my insanity didn’t scare him off.