THE MAN'S STORY:
I'm thinking about an old buddy - a guy I used to work with in two different companies - and feeling kind of bad that I haven't kept in touch. This friend lives in South Carolina and hasn't visited Northeast Ohio in years.
I hit the gym early and decide to grab breakfast in Boston Heights to catch up on some paperwork before I start my work day. I sit down at a corner booth and begin writing. The table directly in front of me is vacant.
Soon someone is seated. I look up and there is a couple talking to their waitress. The man looks kind of like the very guy I was just thinking of and I begin to entertain the idea of covertly snapping a pic on my cell and sending it to my friend.
THE COUPLE'S STORY:
We once lived in Hudson, OH, and arrived yesterday to attend the wedding of our friend and former next-door neighbor. Our schedule is packed. We are trying to cram seeing as many people as possible into a few day's time. The woman we'd planned on visiting this morning ended up taking a quick trip to California so this is the only block of free time we have in this entire trip. We decide to go to Boston Heights and eat a leisurely breakfast at this fun place we used to enjoy on Saturday mornings.
I was poking around, taking my old sweet time getting ready when my husband urged me to hurry up. I thought to myself, "Why? We have all morning," but I finished quickly and we were on our way.
A few minutes later, we enter the restaurant. Little has changed in the years since we last dined there. We normally choose a booth and there are plenty available today but for some reason when the hostess asks where we want to sit, we say we don't care so she puts us at the table directly in front of this handsome guy who is looking down, quietly writing.
The waitress greets us.
OUR HOLLYWOOD ENDING:
The man at the table hears the couple speak to the waitress. He gets up, walks over and says, “May I join you?”
THE WRAP UP:
That is how we ended up having breakfast with an old friend that we hadn't planned on seeing, during a time we didn't know we'd be available, in a city where we normally wouldn't even have been. Coincidence? I prefer to think otherwise.
I'm thinking about an old buddy - a guy I used to work with in two different companies - and feeling kind of bad that I haven't kept in touch. This friend lives in South Carolina and hasn't visited Northeast Ohio in years.
I hit the gym early and decide to grab breakfast in Boston Heights to catch up on some paperwork before I start my work day. I sit down at a corner booth and begin writing. The table directly in front of me is vacant.
Soon someone is seated. I look up and there is a couple talking to their waitress. The man looks kind of like the very guy I was just thinking of and I begin to entertain the idea of covertly snapping a pic on my cell and sending it to my friend.
THE COUPLE'S STORY:
We once lived in Hudson, OH, and arrived yesterday to attend the wedding of our friend and former next-door neighbor. Our schedule is packed. We are trying to cram seeing as many people as possible into a few day's time. The woman we'd planned on visiting this morning ended up taking a quick trip to California so this is the only block of free time we have in this entire trip. We decide to go to Boston Heights and eat a leisurely breakfast at this fun place we used to enjoy on Saturday mornings.
I was poking around, taking my old sweet time getting ready when my husband urged me to hurry up. I thought to myself, "Why? We have all morning," but I finished quickly and we were on our way.
A few minutes later, we enter the restaurant. Little has changed in the years since we last dined there. We normally choose a booth and there are plenty available today but for some reason when the hostess asks where we want to sit, we say we don't care so she puts us at the table directly in front of this handsome guy who is looking down, quietly writing.
The waitress greets us.
OUR HOLLYWOOD ENDING:
The man at the table hears the couple speak to the waitress. He gets up, walks over and says, “May I join you?”
THE WRAP UP:
That is how we ended up having breakfast with an old friend that we hadn't planned on seeing, during a time we didn't know we'd be available, in a city where we normally wouldn't even have been. Coincidence? I prefer to think otherwise.
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| Jerry and Dave enjoying breakfast |
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1 comment:
OMG Chris...not the left filange?! :) I'm so glad you're ok..After reading this and especially in light of today's news I'm thinking of staying put...in my house...in my room.
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