An old man goes into a restaurant and is seated. All the waitresses are gorgeous. A particularly voluptuous waitress wearing a very short skirt and legs that won’t quit walks up to his table and asks if he is ready to order. “What would you like,

The old man looked up from the menu, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the waitress before him. She was indeed striking, with her radiant smile and the way her uniform hugged her curves. Clearing his throat, he tried to focus on the menu in front of him.

“I’ll have the… uh, the chicken parmesan, please,” he finally managed to say, his voice a bit shaky.

“Excellent choice,” the waitress replied with a wink, scribbling down his order on her notepad before sauntering off to the kitchen.

As he waited for his food, the old man couldn’t help but reflect on his life. He had been married once, long ago, to a woman who had been the love of his life. But she had passed away many years ago, leaving him alone in the world. Since then, he had grown accustomed to his solitude, finding comfort in the routines of his daily life.