A couple of friends and I met for lunch at 11:30 in an effort to beat the lunch crowd. When the first two arrived, we walked up to the hostess and told her a third person would be joining us. She hesitated and asked if we had a reservation. When we said no, we asked if we needed one. She said it was highly recommended.
Expecting a large lunch crowd, I asked if we could have a booth where it was quiet so we could talk. She again hesitated and said that she could give us a booth along the wall.
When we entered the dining room, every table was empty and every booth was along the wall. After the hostess seated us, I burst out laughing. There were no other customers in the restaurant – none. No reserved signs on tables – no indication the dining room would reach capacity or that reservations would otherwise be required.
We had a lovely lunch, talking and laughing for a couple of hours. Keeping my eye on the dining room, I snapped a few shots showing the massive crowd.
The food was delicious so we’ll probably return. I don’t think we’ll need a reservation.
On a recent trip to the doctor, I made a new friend. I usually arrive early and sit in the car perusing my phone before it’s time to go inside. As I was doing so, an elderly gentleman opened my passenger door and sat down. Stunned, I looked at him and politely said “Excuse me?” (I’ve often wondered if I would be as polite to a potential car jacker.)
Startled, he looked at me, apologized and quickly exited the car. Then I noticed that the vehicle next to me looked like mine and there was a woman watching us with a horrified look on her face.
I rolled my window down and she explained that her father just had his eyes dilated and couldn’t see well. She was terribly sorry that he got into the wrong car. I told her that he seemed nice and I was thinking about bringing him home. At that point we all started laughing.
The exchange made my day. I wish I had asked him if he knew how to vacuum. I definitely would have kept him.
Although physical therapy has not been the dance party I expected, I was more surprised by the schedule. The first two appointments for my brankle (broken ankle) didn’t start until 3:00 in the afternoon. I normally don’t leave the house that late.
The following conversation with Stephen ensued.
Pam: I can’t believe I’m starting at 3:00 in the afternoon! They know how old I am. They should know a person my age doesn’t go out that late. Why would they do that?
Stephen: When you’re there, ask if you’ll be done in time for the early bird special.
Pam: Don’t be ridiculous – you know I’m asleep by then!