Dear Waitress.

Dear Waitress,
I miss you.
Ever since the Governor closed down your place of employment, I haven't been able to get my gin martini before a relaxing dinner in a nice place. I haven't seen you and your young vibrance caring about my night out. You're worth more than a big tip.
Okay, so I don't really need a night out, but I worry about you.
Have you been able to pay your rent? Can you keep up with your car payments? Where does the U.S. Constitution authorize the Governor of this state to fire you and ban me from your table?
Would you be willing to take a risk to keep your job? If you do, I'll be there.
You may not notice just another guy who appreciates you. but you are loved and we want you back.
                                               Tom & Gayle.