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Think that's a Windmill Hot Dog she's holding?
That would definately increase the awesomeness!!
Grumpy what you up to
Grumpy cat is not amused by any of this..
Covems… we're going to the Windmill today for lunch. 12 noon… Belmar… be there or be square!!
We know how you love them!! We need you to come to Belmar… to the Windmill…12 Noon for lunch… because YOU'RE buying!!
And if you are really hungry, let's go to The Black Sheep and have an USS Brooklyn!
Setting the mood: It's a gray, chilly day here along the Jersey Shore. A stiff breeze is blowing up from the south, bringing rain. The air feels damp. I turn my collar up against the breeze as Terri and I make the short walk from our office building to my little car in the parking lot.
We buckle our seat belts and I start the Ford. Letting it warm up, I look over at Terri and say, “do you think this is a good idea? To meet someone from achat?”
“Sure,” Terri replies, “we'll be in a crowded restaurant, with other people there. If all we see are dirt bags, we won't introduce ourselves to anyone.”
I put the car in gear and drive us out of the lot. The time is 11:46 A.M., and I know the trip to the Windmill in Belmar will only take us about 6 minutes. It's an easy ride to get there, and I pull into the restaurant's parking lot.
“What do you think he drives?” Terri askes.
“Duh… a pickup truck,” I answer, “what else would a cowboy drive?”
We look into the Windmill. There's large glass windows, so seeing inside is easily done. We don't see anyone who would fit Covems' description.
Since we're here for lunch, Terri and I get out of the car and go inside the building. It's warm inside, and the place has an aroma of good food cooking. Some cars come into the lot and people begin to enter the Windmill. The lunch crowd grows inside the restaurant and soon a line has formed at the order counter.
I notice a pickup truck pulling into the lot. My mind begins to wonder if that could be him.
“A truck,” Terri says, “maybe it's him.”
“We'll wait a little before we put our order in,” I say, “in case it is, he can buy.” We giggle a nervous giggle.
We both watch as a tall man gets out of the truck and strolls across the parking lot. He opens the door and catches Terri and I looking at him. I smile at him. He returns the smile with one of his own. I swear his blue eyes sparkled. Suddenly feeling shy, I'm at a loss for words.
Terri, however, is not, “Hi,” she says to him, “are you Covems?”
“I could be ma'am,” he replies, with a grin. “Who's asking?”
“We are.” Terri says, looking at me.
For some reason, I still can't speak. I'm hoping that this is Covems, he's tall, good looking, and has captivated me with his eyes.
“Who's we?” He asks.
So Terri introduces us to this man, “I'm Terri and this is Pookie.”
“I'm honored to meet you ladies,” he says to us, “I believe I owe you two lunch.”
So you can all see, that indeed it was Covems we met. We orderd our lunch, I had a burger with their cheese fries, Terri had a hot dog, with the cheese fries and Covems had two hot dogs, cheese fries and we all had a soda each.
It's funny, but we sat and chatted while we munched on our food and only once did the subject of achat come up, and that was very brief. We talked mostly about the area (the Jersey Shore) and Montana, and we laughed a lot. We also chatted about the upcoming holidays of Thanksgiving and Christmas.
I wish we would have had more time for lunch, because the conversation was so good. Terri and I agreed that we both enjoyed our meeting with Covems, and we hope enjoyed meeting us as well. We ended our lunch as Covems walked us to our car. We must have looked funny walking like that. He's so tall and Terri and I are both short… well… make that fun sized!!
Covems, thank you for lunch. It was delicious and very enjoyable.
The ShowdownOne of the more enjoyable lunches I've had in quite a while. Two cute, young ladies (munchkins)… two Windmill hot dogs… cheese fries and a Pepsi. As they reported, we laughed a lot…. told stories… and just plain had a marvelous time.
Miss Pookie and Miss Terri are cute, funny, and charming. Of course, we kind of know each other, both from here and another social site that shall remain nameless. So it wasn't like we were total strangers, meeting for the first time. It was more like acquaintences that improved on their friendships, and that's a nice thing to have happen.
I was happy to buy the lunch.
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