AffectionateDan
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I frequently have breakfast at this little Mom & Pop diner in town, it's one of those great places where they treat you like a friend from the first time you visit. The owners and staff are on first name basis with 98% of the regulars, to the point where some of them even have nicknames (Grampa, Shorty, and Knobby come immediately to mind, but there are others). Think of a diner version of Cheers. Some of you may have even been there with me...
Ennyhoo, one of the waitresses this morning was late for work, and clearly got her late start because she wasn't coming from home, having spent the night elsewhere, if you follow. She wasn't wearing the usual white diner-logo polo shirt and black apron, but some sexy low-heeled pumps, black slacks with slits in the calves (Ooooooo
) and this light pink, cashmere-looking sleeveless sweater, you know the kind that just barely reaches the top of the pants, so if they reach for something, you get a nice peek of tummy and ribs. 😉 So all the regulars were giving her a ration of $#@& about her late night escapades, and she's giving as good as she gets as she's making the rounds with the coffee pot. She gets to the booth next to mine, and there's four other regulars in there (these guys are characters, too... they crack me up. They've got some kinda pool every day that I haven't figured out, they're doing the crossword section together, but there's betting involved... but I digress) She's bantering with these four guys, and for the life of me I can't imagine what she was thinking, but she reaches ACROSS the table to lower the shade, seeing as the sun was coming up and blinding her when she was facing that table. Graduates of the School of Tickle-ology will akin this to a "reach" or perhaps a "salt trick", a-la the Tickling Gawker's terminology. So of course, my radar went PING! as her bare midriff came into view, and then again even louder as I noticed the two guys on the outside seats exchange this evil grin (ya'll KNOW the one I mean) and they both reach up and tickle the bejabbers outta her tummy and lower ribs, rewarding all of us with her shreik and lovely giggle. Max, if you're reading this, imagine the redhead at Silk City in that outfit. Woo Hoo! Well, that's about it. Just wanted to share a real life tickle by folks who have no idea what they did to make my day. Hee! 
Ennyhoo, one of the waitresses this morning was late for work, and clearly got her late start because she wasn't coming from home, having spent the night elsewhere, if you follow. She wasn't wearing the usual white diner-logo polo shirt and black apron, but some sexy low-heeled pumps, black slacks with slits in the calves (Ooooooo

