Things were going fine with the ladies meeting at Denny’s until that big-boned waitress interrupted.
“Any of you gals want more tea?”
She stood there holding the pitcher, blowing a strand of hair from one eye.
The chatter had died even before Sally picked up her half-empty glass. She turned in her seat, smiling as she held her tumbler up for a quick top off.
Snatching her glass, the woman transferred the drink, ice and all, back into the pitcher. She then swirled the container around three times. The group sat politely during the pouring of the drink. Not a sound could be heard save for plummeting ice.
And after placing the filled tumbler in front of Sally, the woman turned and left the hushed table.