Hitching Post

Carmel by the Sea CA

Description

I’m confident that you are the one I saw, whipping around quickly at my dropping tray while we waited to pay at the Hitching Post. My dinner fell because I was tied up in knots seeing your beautiful brown hair with red highlights, bound tightly in a yellow bow, falling neatly down the back of your blouse, and my hands lost touch with my tray. You spun toward me, saw that the situation was under control (somewhat), smiled sweetly, and asked if I needed anything? I stammered in reply, like I had something blocking my voice, and could only say “No.” I had to leave after the meal, driving back up north, but I hoped you were traveling my way, too. It would tickle my fancy to find out you remembered me, the messy guy with the dinner special on the floor, and perhaps we could meet there or anywhere between Buellton and Carmel. If you are the one who saw me last weekend, and saw all the gravy spilled down my khakis, please let me know.