Was that a Date or No? in These Foolish Things

So, to continue where we left off from last entry, Captain K picked me up in the fancy Tesla since he told me that he didn’t like flying into the little airport near my apartment. It was early. 6pm.

He then drove us over to the lobster house where he did in fact have a reservation, but for some reason there was something weird going on - I think he just spoke so low that the guy who sat us maybe didn’t even hear what he said. The Maitre d kept telling us we should go have a drink at the bar and that we couldn’t be seated yet…unless we wanted to sit over at a table next to the bar?

Sure. We’ll sit by the bar. This was a little hole-in-the-wall place, so any seat in the house was like being in the middle of all the action.

I know Cap’n K wanted us to be there early before the crowd. The place was picking up quickly and getting SUPER loud.

Bottom line is that we did have a great seat in the place, but it was loud and Cap’n K does not speak loudly. Ever hear those pilots who come on the intercom and speak low and mumbly and you can’t understand what they are saying? Yeah. That.

We ordered massive lobster tails. Massive. The biggest lobster tails I’ve ever seen.

Dinner was fantastic. Our conversation was less so.

Between his mumbles and showing me photos of airplanes non-stop, I’m just not sure.

And frankly, I’m no better. As someone who has barely done anything besides handling medical traumas and getting laid off over the past three years, I don’t have much to say if it doesn’t include medication, hospitals or isolation.

There was nothing planned after dinner, so he let me drive the Tesla home (that was cool, I’ve never driven one before!) and I was home by 8:30!!

What was that?!
GS