Nice Shirt, Honey!

I was having another simple, but delicious Lunch in the * All You Knead * café @ Haight/Ashbury, in San Francisco, sitting solo in one of the spacious round booth's in fake leather, so much beloved by me. All this big space around me just for myself. A beauty of a young lady with bright red lips and dressed up all in black in a touch of art deco look, a purple shine in her hair, feminine walking her line past me leaving the café, she said “nice shirt, honey”. Thank you, Honey.  Just when I needed it, I was sipping on my root beer, me dressed in a red Hawaiian shirt.