Erik totally Stephanie Tannered a guy at lunch today.
(Does that work? Or does it sound like a sex thing?)
Here's what happened: We were in line at Los Gorditos, waiting to order at the counter. It was very crowded. There was a table open when Erik and I stepped up to order, but when we turned to sit down a jacket and a fedora had mysteriously appeared on the only unoccupied table in the restaurant.
Here's what happened next:
Noticing a conspicuously jacket-free and un-fedora'd man in line behind us, Erik said: "Did you just put your stuff on that table?"
The man said yes.
Erik said: "Oh, so you you set down your stuff before you ordered?"
The man said yes again.
(Then the guy apologized and offered us the table, and Erik sort of passive-aggressively declined and got our food to go, and then we all avoided eye contact for the next 15 minutes, because Portland.)