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The Revenoor, a most discerning and astute gentleman from out west,
sent what he termed as a wonderful story about a romantic dinner...

A man and a woman were out having a quiet, romantic dinner in a fine
restaurant. They were gazing lovingly at each other and holding hands.

The waitress, taking another order at a table a few steps away, suddenly
noticed the woman slowly sliding down her chair and under the table -
but the man stared straight ahead.

The waitress watched as the woman slid all the way down her chair and
out of sight under the table. Still, the man stared straight ahead.

The waitress, thinking this behavior a bit risqué and worried that it might
offend other diners, went over to the table and tactfully said to the man,
"Pardon me, sir, but I think your wife just slid under the table."

The man looked up calmly and said, "No, she didn't. She just walked in."
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