He's come out, the rush is past and he's visiting his customers.
He's quite charming, greeting and talking to the customers, inquiring about their dinners, their lives, it's a small family business. He knows everyone.
Sitting with a table he leans back in his chair and and shouts
"eh, Franco, how long-a you work-a here?"
"20 years" Frank answers.
"And how many-a children you have?"
"5" says Frank.
"And how many days off I give-a you in 20 years?" he shouts.
"5" says Frank.
Everyone laughs.
The waitress leans across the table we're setting and confides in me..."It's the joke that never grows old..."