Bob and I ate dinner last evening at our local Perkins Restaurant. The restaurant was quite busy, and we saw many people whom we know. Our lawn service man was the first person whom I recognized. He and his family sat at a table behind us. Ralph B. and his family were sitting at another table. At the table in front of Ralph sat Steve and Stephanie A., with their three children. Lisa and Matt A., grandchildren of one of our friends, sat at another table. As we made our way to the cashier after finishing our meal, we stopped and chatted briefly with Ralph and his family, Steve and his family, and Lisa and Matt.
Ralph’s father, who is retired, used to work at the same company as Bob. We bowled with Ralph a few years ago, when we participated in a mixed bowling league sponsored by the company for which Bob works. We’ve seen Ralph, too, at the company Christmas party. Ralph’s infant grandson, whom we have never met, smiled and reached for Bob when he saw him. That was sweet!
Steve works at the same company as Bob. Oh, and we have bowled with Steve and Stephanie too. At Steve’s table, Stephanie and I briefly commented on the number of high school students who were eating dinner at Perkins before going to prom. There were at least five couples dressed for prom at Perkins while we were there.
Lisa, our friend’s granddaughter, was at Perkins with her prom date. Lisa’s brother, Matt, was chaperoning (LOL) the couple. Actually, Matt was the young couple’s chauffeur. Lisa looked beautiful in her prom dress. I wish I had thought to take a photograph of the couple. I could have included the photograph with this blog.
We ran into Raimee G., another one of Bob’s coworkers, while in line to pay our restaurant bill. We saw Raimee’s wife and son in the parking lot when we exited the restaurant.
As we were leaving the restaurant, we ran into Mary W. and her friend Carlie. Mary is one of my Facebook /MySpace friends. I have met her in person only two times — last evening at Perkins Restaurant and in early August last year at a coffee house in Jamestown, where we listened to a mutual friend sing and play guitar.
So, all in all, an interesting evening in a small town restaurant.