The best waiter

(Blog per phone forgive any errors)

I do believe I am the best waiter. 

Not as in the kind of career gypsy baby has

But the kind that sits and waits, and waits, and waits...

A flight delay for some would ruin a day especially

For someone like poor HOBL who has been flying all night.

I love waiting in airports. 

Perfect place to people watch. 

I wonder about others waiting. 

I sometimes strike a conversation

With others waiting. 

Today as I sit, a young girl cannot sit. 

She is anxious and I can tell just by her manner

She is waiting for her lover. 

Maybe hubby, may be boyfriend but

Definite her lover.

I know when she spots him. 

I can see in my periphial vision

While reading my book, her smile. 

She is beaming and when they finally make contact

She hugs his neck, gives a short hop and 

Wraps her legs around his waist. 

He is not at all sorry nor embarrassed

By her show of affection. 

It brings me back to a time when HOBL 

And I first started living together

And he would come home after weeks away. 

Watching this couple has made my day. 

I giggle to myself as I wonder what HOBL 

Would do if I jumped on him today as I witnessed

This 100 pound beauty do.

I laugh silently thinking

At our age it would be comical.

Second people watching scenerio is 

A young boy probably about BeAns age 

Waiting for his grandpa.  

Makes me kind of wish I had asked ibean could

Come. She likes waiting too. 

When he sees his "paw" he

Runs pass the allotted gate.

No one stops him as its one

Of those moments you just don't

Interfere with. 

Another long hug and many kisses. 

I ask his age and his mother says

"Two tomorrow"

I place a 5 dollar bill in his hand. 

I tell him to buy him a toy at Walmart. 

He thanks me with a big smile. 

HOBL, when you ask where my

Money goes" 

Well this is where it sometimes randomly goes.

Good thing I had change because he 

Would have scored a 20.