WAITING TABLES....

OR TABLES WAITING FOR DINERS.
We went over to Nidderdale for a spot of lunch, unusually the restaurant was very quiet so we had a choice of tables, following placing the order I settled down to glance at the Sunday Papers & was quite engrossed when the next couple walked in and only glanced towards them when my wife said" I hope they don't sit down next to use", the lady's face seemed somewhat familiar but I just couldn't work out from where I'd met her before so I soon buried my head back into the gossip columns of the Sunday Mail.
As expected although not wanted the couple did sit down at the next table & thats when I realised why I knew the lady's face, I worked with her husband Dave twenty-five years ago, two minuets later it was if all those years were only but days ago as the two of us reminisced about times gone by by, of other colleagues we remember or were still in touch with, he still had the same quirky quick witted way about him that drew people in & made them smile.
Somewhere there must be a moral to this story but all I can say is its been a serendipitous day.