So the beginning of my weekend sucked, to put it mildly. When I got home Friday night, I tried to get everything I was wearing clean. I could smell the garlic and tomato sauce that had coated my clothes, and just wanted to forget this blind date had ever happened. Mrs. Meyers came out to get a cup of coffee just as I walked into the kitchen wearing chef’s whites.
“Well, that is, um, certainly different to wear on a date.” She took a quick look and leaned against the counter, her