Last Friday night, we were hanging out on Fairfax...eating dinner at a popular pizza restaurant (which shall remain nameless). Maybe it's because we're old and losing eyesight, but we struggled with the entire meal - unable to see the food in front of us because the lighting was so dim. We huddled around a single candle that put out enough light to illuminate about 1/4" diameter around its base.
As I was slicing my calzone in the dark, my fork and knife kept skidding past each other, whipping the food on to the floor. My feet were buried to my ankels in a graveyard of shrapnel cheeze and crust. I was embarrassed, but helpless against its power.
I missed my mouth a few times because I couldn't see my fork. No, really.
What I needed, was to hone my Spidey senses and detect the incoming food with my hearing.
I'm too old to think this is amusing. I'm too young to be such a geezer.
