Some Kinda Special

My MIL (Mother-In-Law) has a friend who is SomeKindaSpecial. She lives in her own little world, largely oblivious to what's going on around her.

Last week MIL went out to Wendy's for lunch with SomeKindaSpecial. SomeKindaSpecial was wearing a new red jacket which she was eager to show off.

"I got it for Christmas!" she loudly proclaimed. SomeKindaSpecial is rarely quiet, and Wendy's is not a spacious place. Every customer was hearing every word, no matter how hard they tried not to.

"Here, I'll show it to you!" SomeKindaSpecial stood up from their table and put the jacket on. She's about as coordinated as an epileptic monkey. She flapped her jacket in the faces of the people around her, not even realizing that she was the center of attention.

"Isn't it *cute*?" She pirouetted happily. At this point I should mention that SomeKindaSpecial is a short, round woman. Spinning around in her new jacket, she looked like a tomato in a gyroscope.

"It's very nice," MIL agreed. "It'd be even nicer if you cut the price tag off of it."

SomeKindaSpecial howled in shock. "Where?!? Oh, no!" As she located the tag hanging from one of her sleeves, MIL asked, "Is this the first time you've worn that jacket?"

"No, I've worn it to work lots of times! Nobody mentioned that I still had a price tag on it!"

Unable to keep quiet any longer, an older man sitting nearby said, "Someone should have told you by now, Honey!"

You don't usually get dinner *and* a show from Wendy's. It must have been fun.