I reminded myself to smile as I greeted the older couple
as they slowly walked through the restaurant's main entrance,
one foot sluggishly following the other.
The Mrs. led the way, spry in her white tracksuit
almost as white as her neat clipped hair.
Her thin, fluorescent pink lips parted to reveal surprisingly white teeth
coming in close second to her blinding attire.
They probably weren't hers
but when you're old I think you should be able to do whatever you please.
Her husband was close on her heels, just a few steps slower.
His bushy eyebrows reminded me of twisted iron
that moved and jumped in reaction to the scenes before them.
His tweed cap was slightly askew
and I felt a little squeeze of sympathy for the aging couple.
"Would you prefer inside or outside?" I said dutifully, trying to think of the closest possible table I could get them to.
The wife answered promptly,
so I grabbed a couple laminated menus,
and off we were to the great outdoors.
I placed them at a two-seater, close to the entrance,
nearer the bathrooms and inside commodities.
Logical thinking, or at least I thought.
But the wife wouldn't have it.
She gave me her best smile and pointed to the far table on the corner of the deck, and I graciously scooped up the menus,
"of course, of course, no problem ma'am".
We arrived at the table, and the wife was ecstatic.
"My dear! Thank you, thank you! This is absolutely lovely".
She had the voice of the Queen of England
and I let out a little laugh of entertainment and nodded my head in acceptance of her thanks.
Not that I did much except plop some menus down on a table.
But still. A job is a job.
The husband somehow got a little behind on our adventures, and he just then arrived,
huffing and puffing
but still smiling.
His teeth were real I think.
He let out a sigh when he saw the table.
"Elizabeth, this table is for five people, not two".
I couldn't help but grin, these two had the stiffest, most refined English accents I had ever heard in my short life.
And I had visited London!
"No, no Charlie, this is perfectly suitable. Now sit down".
The Mrs. wasn't hearing it
and Charlie let out another sigh as he focused his twinkling blue eyes upon me.
"I surrender!" He said in mock surprise, and let out a few polite chuckles.
I left them to it.
as they slowly walked through the restaurant's main entrance,
one foot sluggishly following the other.
The Mrs. led the way, spry in her white tracksuit
almost as white as her neat clipped hair.
Her thin, fluorescent pink lips parted to reveal surprisingly white teeth
coming in close second to her blinding attire.
They probably weren't hers
but when you're old I think you should be able to do whatever you please.
Her husband was close on her heels, just a few steps slower.
His bushy eyebrows reminded me of twisted iron
that moved and jumped in reaction to the scenes before them.
His tweed cap was slightly askew
and I felt a little squeeze of sympathy for the aging couple.
"Would you prefer inside or outside?" I said dutifully, trying to think of the closest possible table I could get them to.
The wife answered promptly,
so I grabbed a couple laminated menus,
and off we were to the great outdoors.
I placed them at a two-seater, close to the entrance,
nearer the bathrooms and inside commodities.
Logical thinking, or at least I thought.
But the wife wouldn't have it.
She gave me her best smile and pointed to the far table on the corner of the deck, and I graciously scooped up the menus,
"of course, of course, no problem ma'am".
We arrived at the table, and the wife was ecstatic.
"My dear! Thank you, thank you! This is absolutely lovely".
She had the voice of the Queen of England
and I let out a little laugh of entertainment and nodded my head in acceptance of her thanks.
Not that I did much except plop some menus down on a table.
But still. A job is a job.
The husband somehow got a little behind on our adventures, and he just then arrived,
huffing and puffing
but still smiling.
His teeth were real I think.
He let out a sigh when he saw the table.
"Elizabeth, this table is for five people, not two".
I couldn't help but grin, these two had the stiffest, most refined English accents I had ever heard in my short life.
And I had visited London!
"No, no Charlie, this is perfectly suitable. Now sit down".
The Mrs. wasn't hearing it
and Charlie let out another sigh as he focused his twinkling blue eyes upon me.
"I surrender!" He said in mock surprise, and let out a few polite chuckles.
I left them to it.
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Reid
Aug 02, 2018
Delightful.