The situation is that my father, his girlfriend, and I ate at a very nice Italian restaurant. Our reservations were at 7:30, which, in true Fletcher style, turned into 9:00. Nashville is a city that sleeps, but Peter was an interesting character with white hair and a white beard and a nice sense of humor, and wisdom, and truth.
Dad: What's your name, sir?
Peter: Peter.
Dad: We're your last customers, Peter. Sit down! Have a drink!
Peter: Oh, no, no. I don't even drink. I just own the restaurant.
Dad: Where are you from?
Peter: Switzerland.
Ruby: I knew it! I guessed German by your accent. Sorry.
Peter: German!? Oh, no.
Dad: What part?
Peter: The German part.
Me: How did you end up here?
Peter: I'll give you one guess.
Ruby: Love.
Dad: A woman.
Peter: Exactly.
Ruby and I: Awww.
Peter: Yes, well.
Ruby: Are you married to her?
Peter: No.
Dad: Ah.
Peter: We met on a cruise ship... You see, I had to learn the difference between love and lust. I thought I wanted to be with her twenty five hours a day.
Ruby: mhmm.
Peter: But now, I am married, I have children, but I believe that life takes twists and turns.... can I offer you anything else?
Dad: We'd love to see a dessert menu.
Peter: Of course, right away.
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