"OLD FOLKS BOOGIE...BOOGIE THEY WILL..." littlefeat

I don’t know if I have have expressed to you previously how enjoyable it is to take a Bicycle to work. It seems I have made a few friends between home and work but it is the people that you are able to get only a glimpse of that can be the most interesting.

I have started to watch my diet and have been doughnut free for a week now. Its not just the doughnuts I shall miss.

At the local Doughnut shop there are 10 men (seniors) who are there 4-5 days a week. And 1 sweet little lady that comes in 3-4 days a week. The men Jockey for a position at the table of the lady, they call her Dootsie.
Dootsie waits on them and they fall all over each other, torn between playing hard to get and trying to be Sir Gallahad.

On a morning several weeks ago, one of the men had to leave and excused himself from Dootsies table.
At the other table there were 4 men who had not been in time to sit with Dootsie. While they looked at each other to see who would jump up to take the departed’s place, Dootsie VERY demurely asks:
“Well, isn’t one of ya’ll gonna come sit with me?”
I had to grin, and one of the men gets up and says real gruffly:
“I been tryin’ to all morning” and feighning a certain amount of indifference, goes and takes his place next to Dootsie.
Its just so cute!
So last week I notice that Dootsie has not been around and the group of men is beginning to shrink.
So I finally have to ask;
“Where is ya’lls girlfriend?”
It’s the first time I have ever spoken to them, but we have always used the manly and polite “nod” as a greeting. My question raises a chuckle, and one of the men replies:
“Aw, She is with Jim this morning”.
So I say “Have you guys been ditched altogether or is it Jims turn today?”
Another chuckle and one of the men, without even looking up from his paper says in a matter-of-fact voice:
“It won’t last”.
Too funny.
A few days later I go to a different Doughnut shop. Guess who is there?
Yup, Dootsie and Jim.
I pretend not to see them but they have spotted me, and shrink somewhat into their booth.

The next morning I go to the regular shop. The group is down to five men. I tell them I have seen Dootsie and Jim at the Shop around the corner.
They exchange knowing grins.
“Yes, we know allllll about it “ one tells me.
The one with the paper never looks up.
“It won’t last” he mutters.

Tommorrow I’ll have to tell you about the 70 year old “Biker” chicks...