I caught myself from saying “Hi”.
A waitress from the Bellaire Bar was here at the Cajun joint in Elk Rapids, Pearl’s.
She and a few friends just walked by on their way out. She’s waited in me and the grumpy old men on Friday’s for fish, too many times to count over the last few summers.
Thing is, I don’t remember her name, maybe Stephanie.
But her parents have a place on Intermediate and he dad has an old wooden boat that he shows off at local shows.
Anyway, caught myself before being awkward.