Busty seeks Viking Dave

Judd and I went to Davanni’s Pizzeria in Uptown Minneapolis last night.

We walk into the pizzeria and there is a busty, middle-aged woman standing in front of the ordering counter near the door.

Busty looks upset and a little crazy, so of course she comes up and talks to us:

Busty: “Where’s Dave?”
Judd: “Who?”
Me: “We don’t know Dave.”
Busty: “Dave! Dave! Football Dave! Viking Dave!”
Judd: “We don’t know Dave…”
Busty: “DAVE GUNDERSON!”
Me: “We don’t know Dave Gunderson.”
Busty: “You haven’t seen him?”
Me: “No.”
Busty: “Dave!”
Me: “Um, no.”
Busty: “Viking Dave!”
Me: “Um, still no. Don’t know him. Haven’t seen him.”

Busty storms out of the restaurant, and then comes back.

Busty: “Well if you see Dave Gunderson and if you see me… you will tell me won’t you?”
Judd: “…um…what?”
Me: “Yes.”

She exits again, comes back.

Busty: “AND YOU TELL HIM THAT IT’S MY BIRTHDAY AND I AM AN ARIES!”

Busty exits. The pizzeria workers are amused:

Pizzeria Guy #1: “That woman has lost her mind.”
Pizzeria Guy #2: “What did she say to you?”
Me: “That if we saw Viking Dave, to tell him that it’s her birthday and that she’s an Aries.”
Pizzeria Guy #2: “She told you she was an Aries?!”
Me: “Uh…yeah?”
Pizzeria Guy #2: She told us she was a Pisces!”
Pizzeria Guy #1: “Hm. No, if she was born today she’d be an Aries…”
Pizzeria Guy #3: “Uh…okay, we are freaking the customers out now… what would you guys like?

Note: Apparently Viking Dave is a local football fan… we never found out who Busty was. Wife? Stood-up date?