They entered the restaurant at 6:25 for a six thirty reservation.

The were the youngest couple in the place and Jerry was 60 and his date was 52.

At the desk he told the hostest his name and she said she would call him when their table was ready.

Ten minutes later the histess said Sanderson, party of two, and an elderly coule approached. Jerry went up to them and said, “That’s my table,” in an intimating way and they backed off.

“Was that really neccesary?,” his sometime girlfriend, Sadie said.

“Well I’m hungry, they were gonna snag our table and it’s New Years Eve,” he said moodily.

Sadie rolled her eyes, by now used to his impatience.
He ordered onion soup, and thought the onions were too hard. She had the Lobster Bisque and enjoyed it.

Their steaks arrived. Sadie said “Mmmm with every forkful.

Jerry was chewing like Moe Howard from the Three Stooges, each chew an effort.

Jerry called the waitress over and said, “Get me you’re manager.”

“O Jerry don’t”, Sadie said.