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Yesterday afternoon, at the Middleton Costco food court, my dad and my Alaska brother bought bratwursts and sodas; Carol and I ordered slices of pizza, a berry smoothie, and a mocha freeze. While Dad and Bruce were putting stuff on their brats and filling their beverage cups, Carol and I looked for a place to sit.
The only table with four empty seats I saw was way out toward the store entrance, and when we got to it, I found that an Asian-looking woman, maybe around thirty years old, was sitting alone at the adjacent table-for-four, running her right index finger across a Braille reader. No food on her table, just the Braille reader. A German shepherd, wearing a leather harness with U-shaped control handle, was lying under the table, flat on the floor, with his or her chin on his or her paws.
I thought perhaps the woman was waiting for someone, or several someones, to arrive with food, so I asked, “May we sit at this table to your right?”
She replied, and these are her exact words, “I don't see why not.” ♦
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