|Nikki Falls accompanied by her dad and my sister|
On the almost-nine-hour drive home, Charley and I got off Route 95 in southern Connecticut at Exit 5/ Riverside/Old Greenwich. It's where I grew up, and we knew the McDonald's was right off the exit. In fact, it's where we took our two sons over the years we visited my parents.
After we got our bag of burgers and drinks, a woman entered the restaurant. She was approximately six feet tall, wore black patent stiletto heels (which added another six inches), tights in a flowered pattern, and a very, very low tank top. As she came toward me, my mouth began to smile its proverbial "Hi," but stopped, frozen. My focus became not her eyes, but the globes that faced me.
I do not mean perfect round breasts peeking from the top of the tank top. I mean perfect round globes, as in the kind that spin to show us the world.....which is what she was doing. The Amazon and Southern Hemisphere were clear outlines under the flimsy material.
It's a wonder she didn't approach Charley to proposition him, but he was standing with a smirk on his face and had no idea Diet Coke had overflowed from his cup all over him while he tried to get the lid on.
This was MY McDonald's - the McDonald's where my parents and my kids
|My parents, Evelyn and Walter Plumb, on their wedding day, 1938|
"Eyes ahead, forward, march!" I commanded. Arm-in-arm we exited, as brides and grooms have done for centuries into their new life. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same.