I was sitting next to him at thecounter, drinking my coffee. He was talking he does that, but I'dlearn to filter out most of what he said. He had said it before;he would say it again.
My cup was at the half way point. Islowed down as I waited for the waitress to walk by with the potto refill it. His was still a good ways from the top as he hadspent a while telling me what my problem was.
"You just need to be patient. Ayoung buck like you has plenty of time." The young waitress,barely out of high school, walked by and smiled at him. "Iwish I was your age with all the girls jumping all over me,instead of being a tired, worn-out, old man."
The girl walked by again. I waved my cupat her, and she breezed by us on her way to the pick up area tocheck on one of her orders. She grabbed three plates andbalancing the third on her forearm, rushed them to a table behindus.
"Yep, you're lucky. You're young.Not old like me."
The waitress headed back our way. Hewinked at her. She smiled back and came over with the coffee pot.
"Hi."
"Are we still on tonight."
"Yes, see you then."
"Oh, Ken." He said as hewatched her wiggle away. "I'll be leaving you at the job fora while. If your mother calls cover for me."
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