We got back in the swing of things again as far as walking goes. Back to two miles, and we even had a pretty good time - less than 38 minutes. Not bad for a couple of old timers.
Speaking of old timers, Kel picked me up for lunch. It was his Father’s Day treat. Hard to beat Shrimp n Stuff. It was a lot of fun just chatting. We did get to spring into action at one point, though. At the next table over an older guy (older than me, I think) leaned on the table, upsetting the drink of the lady across from him. She shrieked a little and jumped up.
The drink went pretty much everywhere. Her other companions were hurriedly grabbing every napkin they could get their hands on. The mess spilled onto the lady’s lap, and subsequently to the floor. At that point I looked around for the young man who worked there, but he was nowhere in sight. I even went to the front desk, but no one was there either. Meanwhile, Kel found the bucket with the table-wiping washcloth. He took care of cleaning the table, and I tracked down the bus boy in the next room. He came back and got the floor mopped up, so crisis averted. Well, at least as long as the lady was careful when she stood up. We left right after, so she was in the hands of her friends.
Speaking of her friends, remember that old guy who started the whole thing by leaning on the table? In the midst of the crisis, he casually got up, picked up his food at the window, returned to the table and calmly ate his lunch. Only one of the five in their party to get started on the important stuff. Hey. Why not? He could see the situation was well in hand.
Hebrews 5:7 says, During His earthly life, He offered prayers and appeals with loud cries and tears to the One who was able to save Him from death, and He was heard because of His reverence.
Father, thank you for not-so quiet lunches with my son. Amen.
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