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February 7, 2005
"You liked those blueberry pancakes yesterday, dintya?-

"What?-

"Care for somethin' else today or are ya gonna stick with the pancakes?-

"Stick.-

"OK sugar, comin' right up.-

Wendy. Her name was Wendy. Lousy, generic Wendy. My waitress (with the enchanting name) was gliding across her section, smiling cheerfully and spreading warmth. I made a mental note to sit on her side of the restaurant next time.

But there wasn't going to be a next time. I came to my senses. Stop the harmless stalking. I snatched up my coat and made for the door.

"Hey hon, dontchya want your pancakes?-