Somewhere I’ve heard real-life provides the best funniest stories so here it goes. I was having dinner with my parents at the steakhouse restaurant known for it’s down under themed dining.
Our waitress was a head turner woman with the smoothest voice like those Sunday evening cool jazz DJs – soft and luscious. I engaged her in conversation mentioning how wonderful it was to listen to her voice.
I learned she was an audiologist at Boys Town and she moonlighted as a waitress to supplement her income. She was single and had no children.
After listening to our back and forth bantering like car suddenly broadsiding me my mom interrupted asking our waitress her age. She stated she was 29.
I’m over 50. Then my Mother looked at me and affirmed in the way only she can by calling me, “Cradlerobber!” I was completely mortified. Mercifly, the waitress went to serve another table.
I meekly pulled myself out from underneath the bus. I kept my month shut the remainder of the meal no longer wondering about what could have been.
