Table 32

It was ten o'clock on Friday
I was ready to go home
I had worked a double shift that night
'Cause Mary didn't show

And I'd served a hundred dinners
And my smile was wearing through
When I noticed one last couple sit at table 32

He looked to be about 55
She looked 26
He wore a ring on his left hand
She wore a low-cut dress

They brought their bottle from the bar
Like happy couples do
And they made a toast as I approached table 32

They were laughing and I was thinking
Old man, she's half your age
Why don't you go on back home to your wife
But some things you can't say

So I asked them where they came from
He said, "I'm from L.A
She flew in from Pittsburgh
To meet me here today"

Then they guessed each other's order
It was quite the rendezvous
And I cursed my luck that I got stuck with table 32

Cause the way that they were staring
Said I might be here all night
I wanted to say, "Why don't you get a room
Or at least a little pride"

Instead, I said, "I'm sorry
I don't mean to spoil your date
But they're closing out the register"
She said, "That's okay
Thanks for waiting on us
It's been a night I won't forget
You see, this handsome man's my father
Until tonight, we'd never met"