My sister took me out to lunch. It was the anniversary of her and her late husband’s wedding; she didn’t want to be alone. We went to a place on Lincoln Avenue. It wasn’t at all crowded, being just before the dinner rush; we had attentive service. If I have a complaint, it would be the fact that a hamburger and fries cost eleven dollars! However, the lunch was my sister’s treat; she didn’t bitch, so I won’t.
At the table next to us, a young lady was having lunch alone and the three of us got into a conversation.