Linner with Mr. Man

I really enjoy going out to lunch or "linner" with Mr. Man during the week. It feels a little more special when neither of us are at work during the week.

We were at a Mexican Restaurant, getting ready to enjoy a celebratory meal. I look across the table at Mr. Man, and he is slumped over in the booth, grunting and making "umph" noises.

"What's going on over there?"

"My shoe came off and I kicked it away. I'm trying to get it."

Hmmm.  Okay, but a few minutes later, I see he is slumped over the other direction.

"Now what's going on?"

"I dropped my napkin and it's under my shoe. "

Wondering if this is going to be the theme of this luncheon, slumping from side to side and making me wonder if this is diner error or a 9-1-1 situation. He finally is upright and looking fairly normal, but his hair is a little mussed and the dimples are standing out in his craggy face from all his exertion.  He reaches for the chips and salsa and most of it falls down his favorite silk shirt. Now he is vexed and I can't help laughing because this is as amused as I've been all day at his expense.

He see's me smirking at him and stuffs his napkin in his waist band, wipes the chunks of salsa off the shirt front then says, "You're paying for lunch".

I am no longer amused.