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08/01/2003: "Who was that girl...?"

For those of you who don't know the troubles I've seen, who don't know my sorrow -- I'll share. I get dragged along to a dinner thing at the Bakers Square here in town. I'm naturally tethered to Tubby, and we're there with his delightful friend, whom we'll call "Buffy." We're perhaps halfway done with our dinner when Tubby keys into a threesome that have entered the restaurant and were seated at a table just behind Buffy. (There is a path between the two tables, and the threesome's table is at a 90° angle from ours. Tubby isn't as blind as I sometimes think, and he picks up that there's the mom and daughter (who look similar), and a guy. Mom sits on the left, across from the guy, who sits next to the girl. Girl and mom talk quite a bit, guy says very little. Apparently the gerbil woke up, and Tubby starts babbling about how the girl is quite attractive, and wondering aloud (but not too loud) if he's the girls brother, or a boyfriend type. No jewelry is noted, she's right-handed, prefers the iced tea (as does mom; the guy has Sprite). And on and on. Of course, the girl's no dummy, and apparently the constant glancing in her direction cause her to look back, either at or beyond Tubby. (He has his view of how things went, I have mine... guess who's I think is more accurate?) Anyway, everyone eventually leaves, with the girl driving away in a white car, with mom in the drivers seat and the guy in back. And for the last hour (and I'm sure many more to come), I've been hearing about what a nice voice she has, how cute she is, and how we may go about seeing her again.

Now, I'm no expert in statistics, but we're not exactly living in Ravinia, South Dakota, population 79. No, there's 150,000 people in our little valley, and this particular restaurant is on the big road between the two large cities here. Would I hate it if she were around to amuse me while she and I make fun of Tubby together? Not at all. But to think that some angel personified is going to materialize again for the bald twit is just absurd. Come for the food, stay for the pie pretty girl diners... now that would be a good marketing angle, particularly on a Friday night.