Hey you! You there, reading these words right now. I know you were here Friday night, you also ordered the pasta carbonara with garlic bread on the side. Sorry to put you through that horrible conversation. I was trying my best not to interrupt a customer while he is talking, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The descriptions he was giving about that dog’s gynecological problems was just too much. You didn’t see what was happening at the other tables.

Two tables behind you an elderly woman was feeling faint and I had to refill her water, four times and get her a cold cloth to prevent her from passing out. At another table I had to attend to, I saw a vomit in her purse. If the health department got word of this who knows what would have happened.

I had to do something, to get him out of there, he was disrupting the other guests. That poor girl she didn’t deserve any of that, I felt she needed help and soon. She was already on her second glass of wine in 15 minutes and I didn’t want her to make herself too out of it to drive home later if she had to.

As for the other table, Karen is here at least 3 times a week and of course it’s a different guy each time. I swear she is here for the cheap date at the gentleman’s expense. She talks about Mandy and Robert’s affair like a rerun of a soap opera. Honestly those two should just get a room or better yet, get married it will cheaper for them. The waiter said, with a small laugh. Anyway, I saw Karen’s phone number during one of the many text exchanges between the two of them, it was easy to “be” Mandy because it seems she has a new phone number every few weeks. Maybe it is to keep all the men she dates in the dark, who knows.

Anyway, if you don’t mind I would like to keep this “special” date night between us. So how about if I offer you a slice of our key lime pie every time you drop in, just ask for the “special” with a touch of lime and I will take care of you.