Monday, July 18, 2005

Table 8

In the restaurant business Friday's are always busy and last Friday was no different. It started out like any other but this one there was a couple that stood out from all the rest of the people. They were seated at table 8 and held each others hands as they sat across from one another talking.

I took their order and gave them their salads, then put the order in at the kitchen. We were very busy and all the tables were full. Twenty minutes went by and their food still had not been made and what they ordered doesn't take long to make. I asked the cook about the order and we got it worked out. I was told it would not take more than another three minute. With that I went to table to explain.

Table 8 was still holding hands ... Looking into each others eyes while talking together. When I explained they just smiled and said,"Oh we hadn't even notice." They were completely oblivious to the fact that so much time had gone by.

The next day once again I was at work. The other girl was on her brake and I had the place for myself. A couple came in and I asked them, "Where would you like to set." They pointed and I sat them down at table 8.

Just like the couple from the night before, they sat across from each other and held hands...Looking into each others eyes as they were talking. It was my turn to take a brake and from where I was setting I could still see this couple.

I sat there eating...Just watching them...They seamed so very much in love...Like the world had stop and nothing else mattered...I kept thinking...I want to set at table 8.

2 comments:

  1. This would make a great short story. It has such an emotional impact with just a few well-chosen paragraphs. And the ending line says it all, "I want to sit at Table 8." Great stuff. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Thank you, I glad you like.

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