Young and Old

Every Friday afternoon Anna and I have lunch together. I can't remember when it started but I think it was when I was pregnant. Usually we go to Kusty's Korner Kafe (you like all those K's? pretty klassy, eh?) which is really just a bunch of tables crammed together in the corner of Eastern Market (one of our local farmer's markets). When I say crammed together I mean really crammed. And the place is frequented by mostly elderly people. Not meek and feeble elderly people though, this place is dog-eat-dog. Trying to get a table is always a nightmare. Trying to get a table and room for a highchair is even harder. It's hard to describe the struggle, but let's just say every time we go we say to each other "why do we come here?!" I think the answer is the chicken and waffles, or hot turkey sandwich, or something (because Anna loves those). Anyway, we went to Kusty's today for lunch and we managed to get a table that was kind of in the middle of everything. Mostly in the middle of waitresses coming and going, but there were a few older ladies who passed by as well. One of these ladies hit Lily in the head with her purse. Lily didn't cry or fuss or even get scared, she just reached back and started patting the lady on the hip. I immediately reached over and pulled Lily's hand down gently and smiled and started to apologize to the woman, but was left speechless by the awful glare she was giving Lily. OK, what kind of person walks by a baby in a highchair carelessly enough to hit them in the head with their pocketbook, then has the nerve to glare at a baby simply for being friendly and affectionate? I was dumbfounded but Lily was fine and the lady passed by quickly enough so Anna and I just had a good laugh over it. Not long after, another older lady passed by and Lily sort of reached out and tried to grab at her. The lady had this terrified look on her face, but stopped and tried her best to be happy and friendly. It was sweet but sad. After she left Anna and I had another laugh about that. Then, our waitress came to give us our check. Most of the women that work there are middle-aged, etc, but they have a few that I'm pretty sure are local college girls. This was one of them. She was a really sweet and wonderful waitress, but was wearing shorts that were so short you couldn't see them underneath her apron (and it's about 60 degrees here today). Anyway, she's giving us our check, and Lily reaches out with hands covered in macaroni and cheese and rubs the waitress's thigh. I let out some kind of peep and reached out for Lily's hand and said "Oh my goodness my baby is rubbing your thigh!" to which the waitress said to Lily "oh yeah- you like that, huh?" Hilarious! :)