“C’mon, honey, push!”

     “I can’t anymore!”

     “Yes, you can.”

     “No, I can’t.”

     A waitress leaned down.

     “We may have to move you.”

     “I don’t think so,” he insisted.

     “No!” she shouted.

     “Well, you’re in the aisle, and in the way of us waitresses getting food out.”

     “Look, Miss, I guarantee no one’s eating while this is going on,” he told the young girl.

     I came back from the bathroom with a wet towel, a...

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