Good job it was near the time I had to get ready, as I have started seeing friends more regularly now that I no longer have to go to the restaurant where I used to work. Off to Wegmans again, as I have mentioned before, my favorite supermarket. That place is starting to become our regular place, our "Cheers", though have to say no-one shouts "Norm" when we arrive. We can sit in their dining area upstairs after plopping ourselves down into the overstuffed chairs that are tucked away in one of their out-of-the-way corners. We can lose ourselves literally for hours and no one ever bothers you or even looks your way. There are enough tables and chairs for the lunch crowd and you don't feel you are overstaying your welcome. You don't get a staff member giving you one of those 'get-out-of here' stares and no one gets their little broom to sweep under your feet, to give you the hint to get your chatty selves off the premises.
That actually happened to me once and having not so long ago worked in the restaurant business I can sympathise, though I don't think I would ever have done that to any of my customers. For one thing, most of them were more like friends but I did visualize on certain days of great tiredness, getting the hook to yank them out the front door, God love them. Some dear souls knew me well and if they saw that I was falling asleep on my feet, they would ask me to sit down with them, which I did on a couple of occasions - only when things were quiet - and they would show me their baby photos, holiday photos and wedding photos. In some ways I miss those days, but for the time being I am loving my freedom. Attention span of a flea? You betcha!
So here I am at Wegmans and first thing I do is buy my coffee along with a breakfast sandwich and head upstairs. I can't tell you how good it is to see my friends' smiling faces. We drink our coffee and chat away through four-and-a-half hours. No hook was forthcoming in any direction. We managed to journey our way through many topics of conversation. The longest was Carol's summer and autumn in Scotland last year. She still has family over there. Like me she is British - Scottish - and we talked of highlands and bagpipes, and haggis and Rabbie Burns. It was wonderful. She and her husband have a home in a small hamlet and have made many friends. She showed us photos of quaint little cottages surrounded by glorious scenery, and we saw her friends at their gatherings, either at each others houses or at the local pub. Gail and I told her to expect long staying guests next year. We were kidding of course but she told us we could visit any time we wanted and I know she meant it so who knows, maybe one of these years we will take her up on it.
I brought things to a close when I told them it was two-thirty and I needed to get back before rush hour. I didn't want to be stuck in all that traffic. It is always the same, we express shock after looking at watches, and we go our separate ways until the next time one of us calls. Before I left I bought a lettuce and a hot house cucumber and headed for home. Traffic was heavy but free flowing. If I had left any later it would have been bumper to bumper.
I got home around 3.30 p.m. and pottered for a while. I didn't have to cook as we were eating more left-overs; spaghetti sauce made a couple of nights ago which we ate with angel hair pasta. I had made this the day before the squash dish I prepared yesterday; that we will be finishing off tomorrow. I LOVE left-overs. Dishes always taste better the day after anyway, they have a chance to get happy, isn't that what Emeril would say? I wonder if he eats left-overs? I threw together a salad and toasted a couple of pieces of cheese bread which popped out of the toaster just as Gregg walked through the door. He had called to say he was a few minutes away from home.
That's been my day today. It is now 11.47 p.m. and I am going to wrap up, get off to bed and wish you all sweet dreams. I'll be back tomorrow.