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,

And so, the two of them sat together at the table, chatting about everything and nothing as the hours slipped by. The old man learned that her name was Emily and that she was working at the restaurant to save up money for college. She, in turn, listened intently as he shared stories from his own life, from his days as a young man filled with dreams and ambitions to the quieter, more reflective years of his old age.

As the evening wore on, the restaurant began to empty out until it was just the two of them left, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. And in that moment, as they sat together in comfortable silence, the old man realized that he wasn’t quite as alone as he had thought.

For in Emily’s company, he had found something precious indeed: a connection, however fleeting, that reminded him of the beauty and warmth of human companionship. And as he bid her farewell and made his way home, a small smile played at the corners of his lips, knowing that he would carry the memory of their time together with him always.