After an excruciating 10-minute wait -- the taters were delivered to the women at the corner of the bar. The runner just dropped them off and skated away, leaving them befuddled. They grabbed our bartender, Julio, and told him there was some kind of mistake.
Julio told them there were no mistakes in his bar, dammit, and that the steaming hot tots (side of ranch and everything!) were coming at them directly from the gentleman at the corner of the bar. Me.
When they looked over, I didn't know what to do -- so I just waved.
One of the women -- who I can assume was the leader of the crew, because of her aggressively tweezed eyebrows -- approached me with a tater tot in palm and asked me, matter of factly: "What the hell is this all about?"
I told her I was just trying to say hello, and instead of offering to buy drinks, I thought they would appreciate tater tots more. Mainly, because they are delicious.
"Oh," she said, the right angles of her brows softening into semi-appreciative semi-circles. She motioned for her friends to come over, tots in hand, and we talked for a few minutes about how inventive and fun my idea was. They loved it. They genuinely loved it, calling it -- and I quote -- "surprising," "inventive," and "the first new thing they've seen in a long time," whatever that meant. Most importantly, it gave me a chance to talk to them, which was the entire point of the operation.