Didn't Get the Number, But He Got the Bite!
April 21, 2004, 12:51 pmWe ate lunch at McCalister's today and after we finished eating, we were just hanging out and talking. Jesse looked over at this table of three young girls and asked what one of them was eating. I told him it was a veggie-pita thing.
Somehow, the idea started that Jesse should find a way to get a bite of this girl's pita. Money was laid on the table. The stakes were high, and they would only get higher.
Jesse gets up, walks to the table with his water in hand, and starts talking to the girls. He asks, “What's that you're eating? ... Is it pretty good? ... What does it taste like?” and finally, “Is there any chance I can get a bite?”
The girls are giggling. JB, Josh, and I are biting our tongues and holding our breath, redfaced in the empathetic embarassment. I almost puke.
The girl agrees to let Jesse have a bite of the pita, but there are complications: she's trying to tear a piece off, but it's just falling apart. Finally, a solution is found: she'll let him have the last bite when she's finished with it.
Jesse walks back to our table where a ten dollar bill awaits with his name. He is our hero. We carry him on our shoulders in victory laps around the store (okay, that didn't happen). We patiently await the girl to finish her pita.
Okay, we've lost patience. We're getting antsy. We wonder, will she bring the pita-bite to Jesse or will Jesse walk back to their table? JB proposes that Jesse go up to the girl and say, “I didn't really want the bite, I just wanted your number.” which we all agree is an awesome line. Jesse is on the fence.
She brings the pita-bite to Jesse and we sit on the edge of our seat for the verdict.
Jesse proclaims, “It's pretty good.”
Our table is glowing with victory. The girls are still giggling and smiling and glancing in our direction. We debating whether or not these girls are in high school. Suddenly, the girls break out in a diversionary tactic: the pita girl walks to the front of the store (presumably to get a refill?), one of her friends bolts to the bathroom, the other friend stays behind and guards the table. We're baffled! What do we do now?
We walk from our table in defeat. We consider waiting for the girl and even after we've left the restaurant consider driving back so Jesse can get this girl's number. It was not to be.
Jesse is still my personal hero. He didn't get the number, but he got the bite!