The owner has seated himself after lunch with a couple of older women in the restaurant.
One, perhaps mid 50's, looks like a realtor and somehow they have a prior acquaintance. The second, a tall, statuesque blonde in her 40's, is new, and the owner seizes upon the introduction to display his many charms.
And somehow, as they're sitting there chatting he discovers that she's single, and so decides that she might be a good match for a newly single friend of his, T.
Now T, he's in his mid 60's, short - in the area of five feet, bald, not exactly overloaded with charm but solvent, wealthy even.
This blonde, she's close to 6 feet.
It's not going to work, but I admire the owner's loyalty in trying to set her up with his friend. She asks me - "What do you think? Do you know him? Is he a gentleman?". I'm stuck, can't say anything, the owner saves me by cutting me off "Of course he is...put them in the book for Saturday night....".
She's been set up. The nephew and I are having a laugh, "She needs a bull, not a goat" he tells me, and I have to admire his phrasing, he's right, nailed it precisely on the head, but we'll see on Saturday night how the date goes....