
So EP suggests that we sit in the bay seats at the window. Ok, cool. We get to grubbing. A few minutes go by and we see an old man staring into the window and grinning at us. OH GOODNESS. I tell EP that he better keep it moving. He comes in, stops right in front of EP and smiles. “How you ladies doing?”, he asked. Here we go…
The old man ends up grabbing the chair by EP and having himself a seat. “Ya’ll look good… no matter how you put it. Ya'll in school. You look like you in school. I got kicked out of this place. Ya’ll come see me. Let me have your number. I get numbers. One of you can be on my right and the other on my left.” Granddaddy would not let us eat our food in peace. He kept looking at EP’s hips (which she has much of) and licking his lips. EP said she kept waiting on him to lean over and pinch her.
Thomas Jefferson III (that's what he claim) ended up sitting with us throughout the duration of our meal. He persisted that we give him our numbers and that he would take care of us. Free pool. Dinner. Lord knows what else!! Did I mention that Thomas graduated college in 1967. Thomas now you know we are too young for you. I guess you’re never to old for a little stirring. HA.
EP and I ended up changing our names to Edna and Sarah and writing our new numbers in Thomas’s phone book. I know the fellas are like that is wrong, but Thomas was persistent. We didn’t know what else to do. I don’t think Thomas had it all upstairs though. He kept repeating himself and would occasionally mumble something to himself. God bless him… on the real.
EP and I finished our food and decided it was time to go. Thomas had us boxed in. EP jumped up and slid by. I was in the corner. By the time I was out my seat, Thomas was up with arms open. “Give me a hug”. Dude don’t you know it’s flu season!!! LOL. So I ended up hugging an old man today.
This may not be that funny on screen but I tell you Thomas had us rolling in Matthews today. I haven’t been that entertained in weeks. I wish TJIII the best of luck and God’s blessings.
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