I was walking into Geckos on 70 the other night using the front door to avoid the smokers on the patio.
As I stepped through the doorway a platoon of people started to file out to my right. The passage was narrow and I leaned against a table by the interior wall and facing the door in order to give the satiated guests more room.
One little guy was holding up the line. He had his thumbs tucked into his overall straps and was taking deliberate "little guy" steps with larger than normal stride aspirations.
He had this grin on his face that was precious. It was apparent he was aware he was holding up the rest of the large dinner party. I exchanged big smiles with him.
A woman best described as of "mom age" looked at me as the boy passed and said , "we all have days like that".
I figured she was speaking of the little guy, nodded my head and replied: "10 grandchildren".
As I was walking to join my wife in the back - still smiling at the antics of the little guy- it occurred to me she may have simply been referencing my pose as, you know, "that older gentleman who was leaning against the table."
Heck, what the kid was doing - she was probably used to seeing.
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