Unexpected company for dinner...

Was snacking on my chum's french fries at one of those mom-and-pop, greasy spoon-type places last night. While she was munching on her dripping burger (oozing green liquid, thanks to the lettuce, pickle and relish combo), I saw a cockroach scuttling down the wall a few tables over. After confirming for me that it was indeed a cockroach, my friend waved her half-eaten burger, grinned maliciously and said, "Crunch, crunch."

After she was finished, we sat back and chatted about all manner of things (such as our mutual geeky admiration of Nathan Fillion -- better known as "Mal" from Firefly.)

And a cockroach trotted across our table.

Now, contrary to understood standard roach behaviour (I'm sure there's a section on it in official etiquette guides), this little golden-brown fella picked the brightest table and sauntered across. No rush. No fuss. It just sort've twitched its long antennae at us and headed directly for the ketchup.

Was it a dare? Was it a rare species of showboating cockroach?

I suspect it was swollen with bloated arrogance. And with that, we gathered our things and left.