Scott and I went out on a date on Friday night. To my favorite restaurant ever.
Scoff, if you must. The seafood lover in me is unashamed.
We started off with the artichoke lobster cheesy dip stuff. YUM.
Then we both ordered the big daddy..."The Ultimate Feast." Crab legs, lobster tail, shrimp scampi, fried shrimp, biscuits, salad and potato (I went with baked, he went with mashed. Do you think we need counseling?)
However, I was disappointed when my crab legs arrived and I realized it didn't have a thumb.
Me: Aw, I didn't get a thumb.
Me: I didn't get a thumb. I think they gave me an extra finger, though.
Scott: It's a claw.
Me: Claw, thumb...same diff.
But no biggie, because the crab and lobster tail and everything else I did get was heavenly. We followed up our entrees with a hot lava cookie with ice cream and practically rolled ourselves out of there.
And then, driving home from soccer on Saturday afternoon, it hit me.
Me: Oh my God.
Me: It wasn't a thumb.
Scott: What are you talking about?
Me: Don't you see?!? It wasn't a thumb.
Me: They're crab legs!
Me: It was the big toe. It was the big toe all along! (cue maniacal laughter)
Scott: Yeah. So anyway, ...
So next time, I'll be sure to be much more specific when I order.
"I'll take the crab legs. With big toes, please."
Just so there's no confusion.