David, Bill and Steve

I told Steve once that I liked going to Olive Garden growing up. So every year for my 1/2 birthday Steve takes me to Olive Garden. We're a couple months behind but we went on Sunday afternoon.

Our waiter was an extremely outgoing and genuine man named David. You could tell he really enjoyed his job. In fact, he started speaking vibrantly in some type of fake Italian accent when he described every dish. He immediately went back to his regular accent for words like, "the, and, if...".

After devouring two large bowls of salad and bread sticks and hardly touching our entrees the following occurred. For those of you that know Steve well, you'll be able to clearly picture Steve during this conversation with our waiter. It was the funniest (and most uncomfortable) conversation to watch.

Waiter to Steve: Are you ready for the man to come to your table?

Steve (in an extremely low stern voice) to Waiter: What man?

Waiter to Steve: This gentleman comes to every table and his name is Bill.

Steve (in an even lower voice) to Waiter: Huh?

Waiter to Steve: Bill is always dressed in black and wears white on the inside.

(Steve is now just staring at me.)

Waiter to Steve: Bill likes you so much he wants your autograph.

Steve: That's okay.