Thanks, Dale, for this gorgeous picture.
One of my favorites from December 7, 2016.
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. “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.”
“Um, 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.”