Saturday night, after sitting through a really bad movie, we went to one of our favorite restaurants, Big Mango, for dinner. We were nearly the only people there, only one other table was occupied. The waitress was so bored she practically spent the entire meal in my lap, asking for something, anything she could do for us. She also offered to clear the table while we were still eating, but actually she had improved from the first time she waited on us, so no hard feelings.
About halfway through our meal, a group of four teenage boys came into the restaurant. I guessed they were about 15, but I am so bad at judging ages they could easily have been 9 or 19. They acted about 15 though. They ordered a single order of sticky rice to go. I'm stumped. I've been trying for two days and I cannot for the life of me figure out why four teenage boys would want sticky rice. If they had the munchies, they were right across the street from a 7-Eleven. If they were planning minor acts of vandalism I think that toilet paper and plastic forks would give them a far more satisfying result. I can't come up with any hot new drugs of choice which require the use of a single order of sticky rice.
Clearly, they had a nefarious plan and I am just too old and out of it to figure out what it was.