Dean said, a little too loudly, just as the waitress arrived with the ginger ales.
A waitress neared them but beat a quick retreat when she heard their strained tones.
He glanced up as the waitress delivered their food.
A waitress wearing a lace cap denoting her Pennsylvania Dutch heritage seated him at a small corner table by the window.
She could waitress or bartend again, good gigs that could bring in tip money.
The young college-aged waitress inserted the tack, placed a quarter beneath it for weight and sounded a horn to call attention.
Dean didn't even offer a quip about Fred's tightness with a buck and his moth-eaten purse as the old man called over a waitress to do the duties.