King David

There is a Hot dog restaurant here at the Indy airport. It's called King David. I was sitting just outside of it in a general seating area, minding my own, when I happened to see a sweet gay couple ordering their lunch from there.
After they received their order of hot dogs and chili dogs, they sat down at the table next to me. I don't know them but I find out later that one of the gentlemen is named "Kevin". After they get settled at the table next to me I pick up on that "Kevin" is a bit of a jokester and what I picked up on in the 2 or 3 minutes of eavesdropping is that "Kevin" had been picking on "not Kevin" this morning. "Kevin" is drinking what looks like an iced coffee and is watching "not Kevin" about to eat his hot dog. "Not Kevin", went to take a bite of his hot dog, and "Kevin", reached over and pushed the back of the hot dog while his partner was taking a bite, causing "not Kevin" to gag and immediately say "Kevin!"  I was drinking a black Iced tea when "Kevin" did this which I immediately spit upon the airport floor. I couldn't stop laughing. Then we all three laughed together. I told them I was going to post this to my blog and that it would be entitled, "Gagging on Not Kevin's wiener", but I doubt I'll do that.