What a waiter
FOUR “very senior” ladies attended the afternoon draw of the Roar of the Rings in December and then crossed the street to The Met to have a delicious dinner. We were lucky enough to find parking in the open lot beside The Met. It had snowed quite heavily that day so the car was well covered. As the driver, I kiddingly asked our waiter if he had a broom. He offered to take my keys, clean the car and deliver it to the front door. What a joy to step into that lovely clean, warm car for a fairly tough drive home. Thank you, Dennis. You made our day.