"I've been out to the state fair all day," said the waitress, making each statement a question, "and my feet are killing me? tell you I'm just ready to go to bed and sleep a week?"
"When it came time for me to go," said Dr. Williams, "the Sherman and Corey children got together and said, 'Dr. Williams, we're taking you out to dinner and then we're going to the airport to see you off.' I said, 'I'll do the taking out to dinner.' Do you know those young people wouldn't hear of it? Insisted I be their guest? Took me to the airport? And when we found out the plane wouldn't leave for an hour or so, they wouldn't budge until takeoff time? 'We promised you we'd see you off, and that's just exactly what we're going to do!' they said. Well, sir, there was a heavy rainstorm at takeoff time, but I tell you I hardly noticed. Going up the steps to the plane, I waved to the children and went in and took my seat, fastened my belt and leaned my head back. 'What a day!' I said to myself, 'what a perfectly wonderful day and what wonderful, wonderful people!' "
All the time we had held the big menus in our hands. I had noticed the doctor's hands as he talked. The fingers were strong and the wrists were as thick as Mickey Mantle's.
"Broiled chicken possibly?" asked the waitress.
The doctor turned and looked at her and for the first time he betrayed the merest trace of irritation.
"Look here, young lady," he said, "you're a new girl here, I gather. You don't know me. I come in here three or four times a week and I'm accustomed to taking my time in ordering my dinner."
The girl's eyes widened. Clearly, some sort of identification was called for, some kind of status had to be established. I waited for Dr. Raworth Williams to indicate somehow that he was a distinguished surgeon of long standing, a professor of clinical urology at Southwestern Medical College, a member of the American College of Surgeons, a graduate of one of the nation's great medical schools. He didn't say anything quite like that. What he said was: "1 happen to have the polo field up the line and this gentleman here is giving it a write-up."
And then we both ordered filet mignon, which was what the footsore, state-fair-weary waitress had suggested in the first place.