Judging Shit
We were all about 24 years old.
Moe, Larry and I were on our way to Chi Chi’s. Moe and Larry, brothers, were sitting in the front seat as we drove.
When we turned into Chi Chi’s Moe turned to Larry and said, “Larry. Go in there and see how long the wait is going to be.”
Larry replied, “Moe, you know I can’t judge shit like that.”
Moe’s voice took a turn as if he were explaining something to a six-year old. “When you go in there, there’s going to be a girl standing behind a podium. All you have to do is ask her how long the wait is going to be … and she’ll tell you. Then all you have to do is judge whether or not she’s lying to you.” With that, Moe stuck a finger in the corner of his mouth as if he were in thought. “Hmmmm … I wonder if she’s lying.”
I was in tears. Thinking about it the other day had me laughing and I’m smiling as I type. I hope it tells well.
I don’t recall if we ate at Chi Chi’s that night or not.
