Table for Two

Whenever Grumpy and I cruise, we always choose to sit at a shared table for dinner. When most of our dinners are just for two, the idea of a romantic supper doesn’t hold as much charm. Usually by the time we’ve been on vacation together for more than a minute, we’re both looking around for other company.
Last night we enjoyed our first dinner at sea on the Star Princess. After a day alone together, we were more than ready for some stimulus at dinner. We were delighted when we were shown to our table for eight.
I tried not to be too offended by Grumpy’s enthusiasm.
“I can’t wait to meet our new friends,” he said. “Maybe we’ll be able to do some shore excursions with them.”
We waited. And waited. The waitress took our order and assured us our new ‘friends’ were probably just a bit late. After half an hour I wondered if they had missed the boat entirely.
“So, do you come here often?” I asked Grumpy, desperately trying to make up for our lack of company.
“Look at the bright side. We can have two baskets of bread rolls to ourselves.”
I started to feel like Johnny No Mates. All the other tables seemed to be having such fun. We looked like victims of Candid Camera. At least the food was nice.