A girl's gotta eat, Take 2

A few weeks ago I wrote about getting pursued across the parking lot of local diner by a toothless cook. I decided to take a break from that place for a while, as I had told him I was not currently obligating, and did not wish to take that conversation any further. But today I was out of gas – I was out of gas before I left home this morning, and since I do not want to run out of gas during rush hour later today, I decided I’d better dine within walking distance. And so it was back to Toothless’ place.

I wasn’t really worried about having another run-in though, because as many people as there are that come through that place every day, I hardly believe that I could be remembered. Besides, I am looking particularly bad today, if I do say so myself. (There’s no rule about wearing make-up or making sure your hair isn’t sticking out in all directions when you come to work. At least, not where I work.)

So, with nary a toothless man in sight, I got settled in at the bar with my vegetable plate (see, boot camp staff! Sometimes, I do eat vegetables! uh, occasionally.), and was soon lost in my book. I was pulled out of my state of comfort with a start – when I felt a cold, cold hand on the skin of the small of my back. I am wearing a relatively long sweater today, and I thought it was long enough to reach the top of my pants when sitting down, but apparently not – I had some exposed skin. I whipped around and found myself looking directly at a very old, stooped man, walking with a cane. “Oh, this poor old man must not have realized he has put his (very cold) hand down around my pants”, thought I. And then he looked me in the eye and said, “Gotcha.”

I was so surprised that I could only stare, and he seemed quite content to stare back, a little too daringly, and I don’t know how long this would have gone on in the slightly less old man behind him hadn’t had the decency to look upset and physically shove old clammy hands ahead to the door.

So, the unpleasant lunch experiences continue at my once beloved diner. But at least they are bringing the variety.
I think I prefer the kind where I don’t get touched.