Geek, Dweeb, or Spaz?

Sunday evening on our way home from Dayton, we stopped at a Steak 'n' Shake restaurant for dinner. Right after we ordered, a couple who was probably in their mid-forties was seated across the aisle from us.

Thank God they only got dessert and left after about a half an hour, but in that time they still managed to scare off the gentleman seated behind them who had been quietly sipping a milkshake and reading a book since before we had arrived.

The woman had a hand puppet.

And played with it. And pet it. And spoke to her husband with it.

Nearly the entire time they were there.

And even spoke to the server with it.

Oh, they thought this was THE most hilarious thing ever, giggling and snorting over this incredibly stupid puppet. At first I thought they were just drunk, this frumpy couple of dorks. Then it all made sense.

I overheard her say they had just gone to see Spamalot. And the puppet? It was of the killer rabbit.

Oh. My. God.

These people give dorks a bad name.