This actually happened last night:
I laughed. I looked at my uncle, sitting next to me at the table at the restaurant. His food hadn’t arrived but everyone else’s had.
“Remember that time when we were at B&W’s and P was mad at you and wouldn’t fix you a plate, so you didn’t eat?” I was laughing so hard.
So did he.
He has a great smile.
“Yes,” he said, laughing.
“I guess this is sort of like that time.”
A few minutes pass and his fajitas arrive. You know how with fajitas they give you the ingredients all separate and you have to put them together?…
I looked at him again. “Why aren’t you eating?”
He replied, “P hasn’t put it together for me yet.”