MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE BUFFET… OH, MY!

It was about 3 weeks or so ago, that I posted “Dammit! (Not you, Maggie)” about my experience during an evening supper at a Buffet in west Biloxi, when four women sitting at the table next to mine, all ended up talking on their cell phones at the same time.

After finishing my day job late this afternoon, I was over in south Gulfport this evening, working on a home about two blocks north of the gulf, and after finishing up there, decided that as long as I was that far east, and it being the end of my birthday week, I would drive a little more east and treat myself to supper out at the Chinese Buffet I was at three weeks ago.

When I walked inside the restaurant, I was seated in the same general area where I sat last time, and after a quick glance around, I noted with relief that the same four women were not in attendance this evening.

Shortly after I arrived and started eating my food selections, a young family with three children, probably ranging in ages from 5 to 10, were seated at a table next to mine.

As they approached their table, I ventured a quick glance in their direction and noted that the mom was a stunning, young woman, about 5′9″ tall, buxom, slender, long, black, shoulder-length hair, with a low-cut, black blouse on top of a pair of snug, designer jeans. Dad was in a white t-shirt and jeans, also.

What was particularly noticeable about the woman though, in another glance their way a few moments later, was the design of her loose-fitting black blouse.

How can I accurately describe it and due it justice?

Well, it was constructed so that the black fabric stretching from the left shoulder crossed the center of her chest and went over the other expanse of fabric coming from her right shoulder and attaching at her left side. The most notable thing about the blouse, though, is that it was cut very low and very open! In fact, the opening in front was so large as to just about expose most of her breasts.

The next time I glanced over at their table as I was taking a drink of Diet Coke (and yes, I continued to eat my supper; I didn’t freeze and just stare open-mouthed), I almost spit the Coke all over the table, when I saw that her left breast had escaped from her blouse and was right there in the open like a grapefruit sitting there waiting to be picked!

About the same time, her husband, who was sitting across from her, noticed the gate was open, and said quietly to her, “Honey, your breast is out of your top.” She looked down at it, made a quick comment: “Oops!” and deftly tucked it sort of back inside the blouse.

No on else was sitting close enough or at the right angle to have noticed the ‘action’ as myself and her husband had, and as I took another drink of my Diet Coke, I said to myself, “This could be a long meal!”

As it turned out (no pun intended), “IT” happened 3-4 more times during their supper, with the husband noticing and telling her each time, to cover it up.

When the wife/mom went back over to the buffet lines a few minutes later to refill her plate, a younger man from the other dining room came out to refill his plate also, and ended up being near her as she made her way along each line to check out the foods.

It was interesting that when she walked from her table over to the buffet, the husband stopped in mid-bite, kind of like he froze in place, watching every move she made, as well as how close the guy from the back dining room was to her during her selection process. When ‘they’ would become partially hidden by a post or other patron, the husband would half stand and stretched right or left to try to see his wife and what she was doing.

I couldn’t help suppressing a chuckle watching his movements as he watched her so closely, wondering just how much he really trusted her. When she was just about back to their table, the hubby ‘un-froze’ and started eating again, watching her as she sat down. He then said something very quietly to her, so softly that I didn’t catch what was said, but she just kind of made a face and shock her head a little and went back to eating, pretty much ignoring him as she did. A short time later, they finished their meal and left.

I sat there for a few more minutes at my table, slightly shaking my head and chuckling to myself, thinking that one never knows what human drama will play out near him as the minutes and hours of his life pass.

I finished up, paid the bill and then stopped by the Sears store in the Crossroads Mall for a few minutes to purchase a new screwdriver, to replace one I had lost a couple of days ago.

I then headed back west towards Gulfport and Long beach, driving on Hwy 90 along the gulf shore, enjoying the beautiful sunset to the west.

It was an interesting day, and an even more interesting night, down on the Mississippi Gulf Coast.

Earlier this afternoon, just before punching out from my day job, I spent about 20 minutes sitting on the sidewalk beside one of my favorite clients at the Center, Gary, who is wheelchair-bound, repairing his super squirt gun, which had sprung a pretty good leak.

During each afternoon I am at the center, when I see Gary in his mobile chair near his cottage, I usually stop, go over and see if he has his squirt gun with him, and if so, I’ll go inside the cottage and fill it with water, so he can squirt everyone who comes along. Gary gets a great kick out of it, no one else seems to mind, and he ends up fulfilling one of the staff goals for him to flex and exercise his fingers on the one hand he does have the use of.

When ever I see Gary tooling around campus in his motorized chair, we always stop and exercise a crisp, military salute to each other, each one a reminder of our friendship with each other. When I catch him when I am out of my work truck, and am fairly close to him, we also do an ‘Incredible Hulk’ upper body flex action at each other, and then knuckle bump before parting company for that time.

When I finish my two-year hurricane relief personal mission down here around the end of this year, and head back up to Wisconsin, I am going to miss terribly seeing and interacting with client friends like Gary. It will be very hard to leave them.

Tomorrow, I will be working on another home just north of Pass Christian. Hope it isn’t too hot and humid.

But it probably will be.

After all, it is mid June in south Mississippi…