I was meeting up with two dear friends for lunch today. We had worked together for 13 years if not more and we were meeting for the first time in 3 years. We were seated at a cozy little restaurant with booths and tables put close together. It seemed like they were trying to seat as many people as possible. The Hostess sat us next to a table of 4 women who were talking rather loudly, making it very hard to talk and be heard among each other. At one point we just gave up and listened to the conversation.
The one woman was saying that even though her kid did not live out of state she felt like he did. She only had the one child and it seemed like her child never had time for her and her husband. They were always doing things with their friends and never included them. The other two women with her were laughing at her antics. Her hands were flying all over the place as she talked., it was hard not to notice it. .
They were well dressed ladies eating their rabbit food which made me feel instantly guilty, why? because I was craving fries! When the waitress came to take our order, did I ordered the fries I really wanted? No, how could I with these thin women seated right next to us & my friends thin also? I ordered rabbet food while my friends ordered fries to go along with their meal, My friends offered to share their fries with me, but I said no thank you and started eating my salad, rabbet food because I was the only one that was "fluffy".
Lunch was a howl, as we reminisced about our working together and how we were called "The Three Musketeers" because at that time we all wore the same size, a "7/8" and we were always shopping and going out to eat. We got along great and we worked hard. This was our 2nd reunion, the first being 3 yrs ago when I was just done with treatment, trying to regain my strength when they took me out for brunch. As good friends do we have kept in touch over the years, it's been 6 years since I've worked at LeWinter., Gloria was the first to quit, Lois being the second. I was the last musketeer still hanging in. It was a mentally exhuasting job. and you had better pay close attention to detail or else you could make a mistake that could cost the picture framer a job.
We stayed longer then we should have but we had so much to catch up on and just wanted to enjoy each other's company. The table of ladies next to us finally left and we were able to converse quietly instead of trying to shout to be heard. It was a fun afternoon spent as the Three Musketeers.