[SWTXBelle]

Oh! Oh! Now I remember - I DO have a story!
I was going on a date to The Alley theatre in Houston. My date was a poor starving college student, so we decided to just grab a burger before the show. This was in the 80s when downtown was DEAD. We drove - and drove - and the neighborhood got scary looking - but we found a brick burger place. You placed your order, then sat down and waited for them to call your number. We were one of two groups in the place. Suddenly, the doors flew open, and two guys in leather jackets (looked like extras from West Side Story!) burst in, and began rolling around on the floor trying to stab each other with knives.
The other group continued to eat.
Suddenly, we hear our number called. Unfazed by the fighting, the cook continues to call our number until Ken gets up, jumps over the thrashing guys, and gets our food. I can take about 2 bites before I say "This is crazy. We have to get out of here." So we grab our food, and run to the door, jumping over the still-tangled fighters.
And then to top it off, poor Ken got a speeding ticket going to the theatre. I wonder why he never called me again. . . .