With eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side Sally dangled the little beaded key chain in front of my face. “Are you on or off flamingos this week?” As my eyes landed on the sparkling pink and black item my eyes lit up and I nodded vigorously. “On, yes, … Continue reading
I have a thing for flamingos. And it turns out others do, too. When we spot each other it’s kinda like a secret handshake. It can be subtle like someone wearing flamingo socks which you notice peeking out from under their jeans. Or it can be blatant like when my friend, Lynn, … Continue reading
“Are you here for pick-up?” asked the nice young lady as I approached the hostess stand. “Nope. Lunch for one please,” I beamed as her eyebrows shot up involuntarily. She slipped out from behind the counter, skirted the half dozen or so single people hovering waiting for their take-out orders as well as several Door-Dash … Continue reading
