Lum's Diner
	One night when I came home from work at the Advertising Department at Sears I asked Sharon "Where's Joyce?" I had moved from my parents' house on Ellicott Street in with Sharon and her husband, Milton. He had just gotten back from Vietnam. Joyce was also living there because she was attending USF. Sharon was a bit of a mother hen and like the Statue of Liberty welcomed her needy friends into her home. She and I were inseparable. We never went anywhere that we didn't get into some sort of hilarious or ridiculous situation. Those things were just drawn to us like we were to each other. Joyce, however was a bit more low keyed and even though she got a kick out of our shenanigans, she always made sure she was just an observer. She'd go to her job as a social worker and tell her fellow office mates our frequent stories, like putting on the rabbit costumes behind the bank and almost getting arrested and so on. They, at her office, would always laugh except for one young serious guy who would always fail to see the humor and would say "Joyce, you've got to start associating with more conservative friends." She'd come home and tell us that and saying that to Sharon was like poking a badger with a sharp pointed stick. That night in question when I asked "Where's Joyce?" Sharon replied "Oh she's got a little business dinner at Lum's Diner with (whatever his name was. I can't remember now.) to discuss some office procedures, pretty boring stuff." I said "Isn't that the guy that's always telling Joyce she needs to find more conservative friends to associate with?" Sharon said "Yes it is." We both simultaneously started thinking about what outlandish get ups we could adorn to wear to Lum's. We went through our closets like a couple of wild octopi. There were hippy ponchos, bell bottoms, anything that would put a Gypsy to shame. I put on a giant colorful sombraro with a two ft. tall crown. Someone had on fuzzy bedroom slippers. Sharon had on big jangly hoop earrings which actually wasn't that out of character for her and a feather boa. She also put on a yarn Raggedy Ann wig that was left over from when we wanted to be in the Gasparilla Parade. We went as clowns. Even though we weren't scheduled or invited we just dressed up like clowns and hid in the shadows until the parade passed and just marched right in joining the fun. We marched along with the bands. I was like "High Steppin' Jack". Man, those were the days! When we came alongside the Mayor's convertible who was Dick Greco and when Dick saw it was me insisted that we ride in the car with him. The night was an a blast! But back to Lum's: We pulled up out in front and there they were inside. We entered the door and there was a long aisle down the middle with booths on either side. Their booth was all the way to the far end on the rt. and as luck would have it there was an empty booth right across the aisle from theirs. Perfect. As we came down the aisle the guy's back was toward us and Joyce was facing us and had actually seen us as we entered. Her expression was one of "Where can I go. There's no escape." As we made our way down the aisle Joyce just put her head down practically on the table. We sat at our booth pretending not to notice them at first. He was looking at Joyce making facial gestures like "Can you believe this?" We then glanced over and Sharon said in surprise "Well, hey Joyce!" The guy said "Joyce, you don't know these people do you?" and she said "This is Lynn and Ronnie."We then began telling them about our latest escapade that was something funny that had happened to us recently. Lynn Ash