So apparently there is a rip in the space time continuum somewhere within the dining area of Joey's Seafood and Grill on Kalamazoo Ave. I was to meet The Todd for lunch today and arrived at said restaurant at the appointed time of 11:45 am EST. After mentioning to the host that I was to meet an aquaintance for lunchtime dining I was informed that there were no other single diners present at the time. As such I was led to a table near the front door. I proceeded to sit facing the one and only entrance to this eating establishment and awaited the arrival of The Todd. After about 15 minutes, with no Todd in sight I proceeded to order my food to insure a timely return to my place of employment. After my lunch arrived at the table I proceed to consume the tasty vittles provided me by the fine kitchen staff. Still, no sign of my dining companion. Eventually, resigned to the fact that that my lunch was fully consumed and The Todd was nowhere in sight I paid my bill and returned to the office.
It is here that this story enters the realm of agents Mulder and Scully. Upon my return to the office I contacted The Todd by way of telephone. The Todd was thoroughly concerned as to why I had not been at the agreed upon restaurant. I advised my companion that I had indeed been at the restaurant of choice and had consumed my meal, all the while eyeing the front door awaiting his arrival. The Todd proceeded to describe to me how he had been seated at Joey's at the prescribed hour of 11:45 am EST. He described a booth by the window, on the opposite side of the dining area from my 4 person table by the front entrance. Yes folks, somehow two fully grown, adult males sat approximately 30 feet from each other, consumed their respective meals, each awaiting the arrival of the other, only to leave the restaurant bewildered and concerned for their missing dining partner.
The only logical explanation is that a time travelling member of Q dined at the same establishment prior to our arrival; his mere presence disrupting the flow of time and space between the tables occupied by myself and The Todd. This disruption obviously distorted our perception of reality, hiding each of us from the others field of vision.
Had I not left my tricorder in the car perhaps I could have thwarted this nefarious plot by Q and his compainons and enjoyed the planned lunch with my dear friend.
Alas Q, you have won this round, but I will win the war! Oh, yes good sir, you shall be defeated!
