So, I was not here when this happened, but it obviously left a great impression on my friend who later that same night told this story because she was in such amazement. The story is as follows:

She said she went to Pasta Jays on pearl street for dinner to celebrate her boyfriends birthday. They were a party of three who had just given their name to the hostess when an older man came up to the podeum to tell the hostess that he too had three in his party. However, this man was a little peculiar in the way in which he went about demonstrating the party consisted of three… he reaches for his feet and streatches his foot into the hostesses view and counts, “1, 2,3” on his toes and says, “three, there are three in my party.”

Strange right?