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The bartender smiled at us and motioned for a young girl who was standing right next to him to follow us and take our order.
Aside from the bar patrons and the family by the window…we were the only other people in the restaurant.
There were a couple of ceiling fans lazily churning the air around. There wasn’t any air conditioning…but that was okay. The fans kept it cool enough…even though I felt a couple beads of perspiration on my forehead…
Bob and Franny led the way to a booth in the back and Hank and I followed but then Hank veered off toward a sign that said “Restrooms”.
“Be right back,” he said to me.
No sooner had we sat down, than the girl…who was about 15, cute as a button and sporting a pony-tail and braces…placed four well-worn menus on the table and greeted us with a huge smile.
“Hi! I’m Nan,” she said proudly. “I can take your order and bring you food but my dad, who owns this place, will have to fill any drink orders since I’m only 16…if you all want beer, that is.”
I silently chuckled…
Then she pulled out an order pad and politely waited for us…to do something. I imagine just like she had been trained to do…not so very long ago.
“Well, I’m ready,” said Bob. “I’ll have a cheeseburger with fried onions. And a Budweiser.”
“Make that two,” said Hank who slid into the booth next to me.
His knee accidentally brushed against mine and I jumped a mile. (Yes. I was a little tense. My big scene was coming up…)
“Are you okay?” he asked. HIs voice had so much concern in it…how thoughtful…
“I’m fine! Just great!!” My voice was rising a bit.. “I’m fantastic!!! Let’s just get this God damn ordering over with!!”
It was at this point that everyone stopped cold and just looked at me. And can you blame them? Really? I sounded completely nuts…
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