The owner recognized me and came over to our table and said, “Hi Jack. Where have you been? We’ve missed you.” His wife came over, dressed in her waitress uniform and apron and insisted on a hug and kiss and then stepped back with a sultry smile.
She looked me all over and said, “Wow, Jack. You’ve been working out.” I smiled. I was glad to see them. They were good people. We ordered and ate and drove back home and stopped at a fuel-mart to pick up a few things until we got groceries tomorrow.