The view of this picture reminds me of a really cool restaurant I visited in Haifa. It overlooked the Mediterranean. So, since it reminded me of a restaurant, I thought I’d dig out an oldie. This story first appeared on September 25, 2014.
Photo is courtesy of Rochelle’s friend from way back, Lucy. Thanks, Lucy!
John’s blind date never arrived. He waited in his favorite restaurant for one hour, 55 minutes, five glasses of water and three breadsticks.
Julie, his favorite waitress, saw his sad look. “Um …maybe her phone didn’t charge. More breadsticks? More water?”
“No thanks, Julie. I’ll give her fifteen more minutes. After that, I’m going home.”
“My shift’s over now. I’ll have Brandon see to you, OK?”
“OK. Have a good night.”
Fifteen minutes later, Julie emerged from the kitchen spiffed, dressed splendidly and drop dead gorgeous.
She sat down by the stunned John. “Sorry, I’m late. I had to work.”