TOUCH & GO

It only

takes a moment

to touch and go

While finishing my grilled salmon taco on the end of the pier, and minding my own business, in walked a group of three ladies, ages 35-40, who looked like they were visiting the TinFish for the first time.  After placing their order, they proceeded outside to commandeer a table.

Two of the three not only looked like sisters, but possibly, twins.  Since we had engaged in no conversation during our first encounter, the observation went unconfirmed.

After finishing of my lunch, I told Juan, the chef, it was awesome as usual, and headed outside to hike back down the pier, which would take me by the girls seated at their table.   Making an abrupt turn as I approached, I interjected myself into the middle of the ongoing discussion between the sisters, crossed my arms to point at each of them separately and asked,

“Twins?”

“HOLY CRAP!” exclaimed the one.  “You scared me.”

“Yes,” responded the other, smiling.

“I thought so.”

I proceeded to give a light tap on the shoulder of the frightened twin as I quickly made my exit.

Just a little touch & go on the fly-by.