Breakfast at the Diner…

Yesterday morning I was waved to “my booth” at the diner and greeted by Judy in her usual place. Freddie had coffee on the table before I ever got my jacket off and Nancy had my order in just as quickly. Kenny offered to get up and sit at the counter if I wanted to visit with Judy but we decided to chat later. In the meantime, I noticed four men sitting at the counter. There was quite a bit of banter and Judy turned around to tell me that the Friday morning crowd was different from other days. One of the men, George, was described to me as “a character” and he was. I noticed that he had a cotton ball in one ear and was having trouble hearing his friends. There was a lot of yelling! The phone rang and, after a long conversation, the waitress who answered it called out, “George, it’s for you.” It took a lot of help from his friends for George to realize what she was saying and when he picked up the phone he put it to the ear with the cotton in it even though the waitress was trying to tell him to use the other ear! Naturally,George exclaimed that he couldn’t hear anything and who was on the phone anyway?! It was all ridiculous and at this point everyone was laughing, the waitress took the phone back and talked some more and then motioned for George to go outside and she would tell him what was said. George returned to his seat at the counter giving two thumbs up so whatever was said it was a good thing. Everyone at this point was laughing not at George but at the circumstances. How lovely that George could (1) get a call at the diner, (2) that someone would take the message for him, (3) that the waitress would think to take him outside so when she shouted the message everyone wouldn’t hear it! The owner came over to me, patted me on the shoulder and declared once again that “George is quite a character!”

Before I left there was time to chat with Judy so I brought my coffee to her booth and sat down. It’s always interesting to get the perspective of someone who lives in the town and she has a lot of good information to share with me. Judy was going shopping after breakfast so talked a lot about recipes and seasonal vegetables. Then she said, “You’re Italian, right?” “Yes,” I replied, deciding that providing more information wasn’t necessary. “Why,” I asked? “Then you know what broccoli rabe is.” At that point she told me of a wonderful dinner she made with pasta and broccoli rabe. When I left I started to wonder what the connection was between being Italian and broccoli rabe, not that it’s important at all, but it puzzled me a bit. Funny that I didn’t think anything of it really. Conversations at the diner just kind of are like that. Obviously I’m still thinking about it a day later, but that happens I guess since I’m snowbound again! Glad I got to the diner, had a lot of laughs about George’s hearing, enjoyed talking veggies with Judy, and now am stuck inside again watching huge snowflakes cover everything.