I was driving down from Salem, they were driving from church and I was trying to coincide my arrival with theirs. I was a little delayed, they had to kill some time so they drove up to Walmart's further up on Route One. I didn't know that when I pulled into the Friendly's parking lot, parked and dashed in, looked for them left and right.
It was the first time I almost mistook my parents for every other couple with gray hair. The place was full of their people: people over 70. They were definitely not there -- though I almost had to look twice at everyone to be sure -- and I got a funny feeling and not-funny thoughts. Where are they why aren't they here did they get in an accident did someone have a heart attack. I finally just called them on the cell and they told me of the Walmart timekiller.
The food was okay, barely. This is another place, in a long list, where the wait staff act like you've just asked them to solve a mystery when you ask for a two-egg omelette versus a three-egg omelette. It just baffled the waitress, threw her way off. Finally she confessed her confusion, "I don't know how to charge for it."