We had a new waiter at Knittervention last night. He was mid-20's, adorable, bored, and kept calling us endearments. We invited him to join us, but he admitted that his knitting skills were poor. We were impressed that he had knitting skills at all. A throwback from his 7th grade Home Ec class. Knitting and cracking eggs.
We took turns quizzing him. He was a student. Hoping to go back to nursing school. His roommate just graduated. Blah, blah. . . .
I had a rare second beer. I couldn't resist. He smiled and called me "darlin'."
In spite of the masculine distraction, I accomplished quite a few inches on Spring Haven.
It wasn't until I was driving home that I realized we were a cliche. A number of middle-aged women (though I hate to admit it, I have to confess entering that bracket of life after I turned 40) knitting and flirting with a cute waiter.
Cliches exist for a reason, right?
Today, it is all about the cute waiter.
6 months ago
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