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Originally posted by ltl/fb
I think he was showing up at her waitressing job. Oh, the vulnerability of waitresses.
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From 1984 to 1987 I went to my local Friendly's every school day, rain or shine, to see my favorite waitress. She was very kind and beautiful, and always delivered my sundae with a smile. In 1996, when I finally awoke from my diabetes-induced coma, I went back to the Friendly's, but alas, she was not there. I always wonder wistfully what would have happened between us had I just ordered fries instead. I think we would have married, had kids, and then I'd be on my third heart attack.
