Bad influence?
I seem to have become a bad influence on my new wife. The other day we went out for ribs and had ordered the all-you-can-eat special. Now these are some mighty fine ribs and we had seconds and thirds! We couldn't finish the last plate the waitress had brought us, so we asked for a to-go box to take them home in. She said that she couldn't and that her boss was in the dining room so there was no way she could help us. Not wanting to leave such delicious leftovers behind and too full to eat any more, I pointed at the bone basket and suggested we use the wax paper to wrap them up and for Mari to make room in her purse. She gave me her wallet to put in my pocket and proceeded to stash the booty in her bag. I told her to head for the car while I paid and left the tip. Nobody seemed the wiser and we have a yummy treat for lunch one day this week. Rib smugglers! LOL!!!