Frozen -Not the Movie

Seemed like a good idea

to treat visitors

to a meal

at Humpy’s.

Crowded as usual,

it’ll be okay

to sit outside.

Hmm, wish I had my jacket.

Where’s the waitress?

Pleasant conversation

distracts me briefly

from the cold.

Where’s the waitress?

Finally, orders in,

food on the way,

more enjoyable talk

only helps so much.

Husband dispatched to car

for extra layers,

what a godsend.

Hmm, my brother on second beer,

where’s our food?

Waitress said something

about covering eight tables,

orders being slow,

didn’t realize she meant

glacial speed.

My chattering teeth

make talk difficult.

Hmm, wonder if I have a mint

or candy in my purse

to stave off hunger pangs?

Much later,

see waitress careen

around corner with our orders.

Were those my French fries

flying off the plate?

Can still use my partially numb fingers

to eat and gain strength

so I don’t lose consciousness,

frozen at Humpy’s.

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