Honestly, You Can't Take Us Anywhere

A night in the life, if you were us:

You would have a very nice dinner planned at Seasons 52. One of you has never been, and the other hasn't been in ages, probably close to a year, and felt like a little thanks-for-the-hanggliding-happy-anniversary-mom-and-dad splurge.

Given ambience, romantic candlelight, lake breeze, spacious patio, great wine, classy food...

It really doesn't matter, because at some point, after discussing the cute waitress who just walked away and some joking as to whether she'd be up for going home with you, said waitress is going to return and with perfect sitcom timing ask you, the female, "Would you like a small box?" You will hold it together long enough to reply in the affirmative, and avoid each other's eyes as much as possible, but at some point before she finishes clearing the table, you're going to look at each other and burst into uncontrollable laughter and disrupt everyone's romantic evening.

Because that's simply who you are. Now, who wouldn't want to have that sort of fun?!