Ian couldn’t make it tonight. Funny, but I’m getting less and less disappointed when that happens. Anyway, I thought it was a good opportunity to take Agnes out for a meal, you know, to a restaurant. She was really excited about it and scrubbed herself up meticulously. When we arrived at the restaurant, which was only half full, we were told we would have to wait about 15 minutes until a table became available. But, what about that table over there? No, that’s a table for four. OK, what about one of those ones next to the window. They look great. No, that area is closed. What, you have your best tables unable to be used? Waitress getting more and more annoyed at my reasonable questions and suggestions. How about that one? No, that’s booked for 7.30 pm. But we’ll be gone by then. Yes, but then we would have to clear and clean it, wouldn’t we? She said the staff were busy already. Well, maybe they could, you know, walk a bit faster. Anyway, I decided not to get personal, kept my cool, thought about Susan, thanked her as we walked out and found another restaurant a block or so away that actually seemed to be pleased to have customers. I have to say, I’m getting a bit tired of hearing all those anecdotal stories on the news lately about how businesses are struggling.
We finished up having a great evening chatting. Agnes was quite tipsy by the end of the night, and spent some time exchanging looks with a couple of attractive fellow customers sitting nearby.