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,

But sitting in that restaurant, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the busy dining room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of loneliness that gnawed at him. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of another person’s touch, since he had heard the sound of laughter filling a room.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice when the waitress returned with his food, setting it down in front of him with a smile. “Here you go, sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?” she asked, her voice soft and inviting.

The old man looked up at her, suddenly struck by the kindness in her eyes. “Actually, there is something,” he said slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. “Would you… would you like to sit and talk with me for a while? I could use some company.”

The waitress hesitated for a moment, glancing around the busy restaurant before nodding. “Sure, why not? I’ve got a few minutes to spare.”