Bob Wright
Hawkeye
Yesterday my usual after-church lunch companions all went separate ways and I was left to eat alone. I had seen this place before, Abner's Chicken, and decided to try that. Its one of those places where one places their order at a counter then takes a seat to await the order being brought to their table. Tables were sort of rustic and casual.
I was just finishing up when a young mother came in with three children, one a baby in one of those car seats. The mother was nicely dressed and sort of pretty, no tattoos nor piercings. There was a little boy, dark haired, wet and neatly combed and looking as if his mother had scrubbed him clean. He wore a neat collared shirt and long shorts, and white socks with brown leather shoes, the shoes well shined. He was tanned, from playing outdoors, I surmised. He was maybe five or six years old.
There was a little sister, maybe four years old. Slightly blonde hair in curls and neatly held back. She wore a dress, with short sleeves with those puffy shoulders. She, too, wore white socks, and had those white patent leather little girl shoes.
I asked the mother if she minded if I bought the children a cookie apiece, and she readily consented. At the counter were some chocolate chip cookies, big and thick, the soft kind. I bought two and gave one to each of the two older children. The mother glanced at the two and they very nicely said "Thank you, Sir."
I dumped my tray and went out the door. Outside, I just felt GOOD.
Bob Wright
I was just finishing up when a young mother came in with three children, one a baby in one of those car seats. The mother was nicely dressed and sort of pretty, no tattoos nor piercings. There was a little boy, dark haired, wet and neatly combed and looking as if his mother had scrubbed him clean. He wore a neat collared shirt and long shorts, and white socks with brown leather shoes, the shoes well shined. He was tanned, from playing outdoors, I surmised. He was maybe five or six years old.
There was a little sister, maybe four years old. Slightly blonde hair in curls and neatly held back. She wore a dress, with short sleeves with those puffy shoulders. She, too, wore white socks, and had those white patent leather little girl shoes.
I asked the mother if she minded if I bought the children a cookie apiece, and she readily consented. At the counter were some chocolate chip cookies, big and thick, the soft kind. I bought two and gave one to each of the two older children. The mother glanced at the two and they very nicely said "Thank you, Sir."
I dumped my tray and went out the door. Outside, I just felt GOOD.
Bob Wright