THEY’RE EXQUISITE!

As you know by now, Every Sunday after Mass, I take TLW (The Little Woman) to breakfast at our local diner.

At the diner is a woman who I call: Chesty. Why? Because she wears low cut dresses, and is the hostess who welcomes us. An attractive young woman (although TLW will probably tell you how much of her is real, if her hair roots are dyed, and ask who she’s kidding) she escorts happy husbands to their tables in a dream –like trance.

One Sunday, we arrived and a younger lady greeted us. She was showing off her wears quite well, to my deep appreciation and gratefulness, not to mention my artistic eyes.

Of course, I was quickly shaken back to reality by TLW with her remark.

“TO BE A HOSTESS HERE, I GUESS IT IS A REQUIREMENT TO DRESS LIKE THAT!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

The young lady comes over to greet us, and asked: “How many?”

I could tell right away ‘two’ and said: “Two, please.”

As we moved, she dropped something and bent down. Oh, yes she did!!!

Slowly she rose upward, and TLW did not miss it.

Escorting us to out table, I thanked her. I for one: do not think you mistreat the help, especially if they are going beyond the call of duty, and/or giving me a better perspective of the establishment than I would otherwise have.

As we left the place, she followed us out the car, and I said to TLW: “Wow, I…oh, never mind.”

TLW says: “Jailbait!”

“How much time do you figure?”

“A long time!”

“Yes, but ah, the memories!”

“Sure, but at your age, they wouldn’t last very long.”

Anyway, I think we should eat lunch out too.