Thursday night doesn't see much activity in my town, hell it's barely past seven o'clock and the interior of the restaurant barely has a hand full of tables occupied. I suppose that's why the waitress hands us our menus with an overly friendly smile.
"Here you go! Can I get you anything to drink?"
I glance across the table at Crystal as I grasp the folded laminated paper and quirk a brow. It's kind of an unspoken cue that's developed between us which is something I suppose happens when you've known another body for a long while. My dinning partner adjusts her glasses then looks up.
"Just water would be great."
"I'll have water too." Again our waitress smiles then moves away from our table to check on another couple a few tables away, their an elderly pair both dressed in matching flannel jackets. Kind of cute in a way.
"So what are you thinking of having?"
I offer Crystal one of the menus then flip my own copy open for a quick once over before answering.
"Dunno. The Banana bread french toast looks good though." I look up from the long list of breakfast dishes in time to see her wrinkle her nose at him in disapproval.
"Seriously? It's eight at night, shouldn't you be getting something other than breakfast?"
"Obviously not if they're still offering. Besides I skipped breakfast, it's about time I caught up yeah?" I flash her a quick grin which is rewarded with a mock scowl "What about you? Sea food Alfredo again?"
"I don't know....I really like the alfredo but I always get that." almost to prove her point she flips to another page on the menu and squints down at it.
"So? If you like it then you like it."
"I don't know..." Crystal trails off and looks up as our waitress comes back and sets down two glasses of the best water the house can offer. Again she smiles and looks between Crystal and I before pulling out a note pad.
"So! Figured out what you want to have yet?" She looks first at me then to Crystal.
"I think I'll have the Barbecue burger."
"And I'll have the Banana bread french toast."
"an elderly pair both dressed in matching flannel jackets"
ReplyDeleteMissus and I find that we wind up ordering clothes from the same sites and catalogs, so there we are walking down the road, both wearing our Stormy Kromer hats or our hunter orange knit caps from the Swan Lake Grocery, both wearing the matching marooon hooded shoreman's fleece from Duluth Trading Post, both wearing black gloves from the Sportsman's Guides, both wearing identical sunglasses.... We know we look like old weirdoes, but, that's the thing about being old weirdoes--you just don't care.
Anyway, here's dialogue, a scene recreated, recognizable interpersonal business--it all works.
You know I've noticed people who have been around each other a lot do tend to dress alike. Either by habit or design it's pretty interesting, especially when people watching :)
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