I went on a date once with a guy I'd met in a nightclub. He was a Nice Boy. The kind your granny would like. Good looking, really sweet and kind and gentlemanly, but...this happened:
FN: So were are we going to eat?
NiceBoy: I know a lovely little place around the corner - it's called GARFUNKELS.
FN: Oooh. Lovely.
So, we are sitting in brightly lit, noisy and full of tourists GARFUNKELS when the waitress comes along, gives us our menu with pictures on and says:
'What would you like to drink?'
I'm just about to say 'may we see the wine list' when Nice Boy pipes up:
NB 'How much is the coke?'
Waitress: '£1.00 sir', (or whatever it was back in 1988)
NB: 'Is that for the large or the small?
Waitress: 'Small, sir. The large is £1.50'
NB: 'And how big is the small size?'
Waitress: 'About so big, sir' (and shows him)
NB: 'And how big is the large coke?'
Followed by furrowed brow and much deliberation, he finally settled on a small one.
He paid bless, him. In cash. To the penny. It was a very short date. I made up some heinous lie and left early.