In the Middle of a Perfect Day
After having a great lunch in lovely, historic downtown Clarkdale, AZ, four of us left the restaurant and headed for the car to make the winding trip home to Prescott through Jerome.
Our spirits were high — and got higher when we saw our energetic waitress follow us through the front door seemingly to come after us. (Most men on seeing this immediately believe that the waitress has suddenly realized the caliber of person she has just served and has decided to speed after him to learn his many hard-earned secrets!)
Things Turn Toward the South
Our spirits were mildly dashed when she raised up an object and innocently asked,
“Did one of you drop this?”
“Did one of you drop this?”
A Swift Resolution
Our obvious answer was delivered in unison:
“No.”
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