Friday nights

So last night I went out with Ms. B. We went out to buy her an essential live need... and ended up at an all night diner. Then we proceeded to torment our poor waiter.

Ms. B: My friend here thinks that we should know you.
Me: Ummm...
Waiter: I am from around here.
Ms. B: Well, the last time I showed her my people she told me that they were not my people.
Me: What?
Waiter: What?
Ms. B: We were at Gencon.
Waiter: Oh, well, I am that kind of person. But I wasn't at gencon.
(after that the waiter ran away)

Maybe we shouldn't go out at 11pm anymore.