Lunch was a turkey sandwich half and some coleslaw:
Just enough to hit the spot.
While we were sitting there, there was a much older man sitting at the counter and, if I’m being honest, was annoyingly whistling while he drank his coffee at one corner of the counter.
He saw a young couple trying to make do with eating on a sofa, so he graciously offered up his little corner.
I thought, “Ok, I’ll cut him some slack, that was nice.” - whaddya think he did next? Made a beeline for our table, plopped himself right down, and just starting chatting away!
He told us how he “was born on that hill (pointed to the left) and’ll die on that un (pointed to the right)!”
Then he talked about how it’s illegal for doors to open inward in Florida, they all have to open outward because of the hurricanes, and then he mentioned how his uncle used to own a garage in town with a pit in it, for getting up under cars, but those are illegal now because too many guys got under a running car and died of carbon monoxide poisoning, and that happened to a friend and before anyone knew to look for him, the rats had gotten to him and eaten his face off and “down his pants and, you know, ate all
that away, too!”
Then he talked about going to the one-building schoolhouse and how the safety department showed them how long it took for cars to stop. Seemed they had a clever thing that dropped a stick of chalk down on the pavement when the brakes were applied and boy, wasn’t that something?!
Then he mentioned how he’d traveled the world, seen the pyramids, been to South America, but his favorite place was “It-lee.”
We never said a word the whole time!
Anyway, later, MrsT and I split a long john (cream stick in the local tongue).