So Happy

"Sir, I'm flattered. But, as I've told you before, I'm a married woman."

The man in Booth 9 was persistent.

"I've come in here nearly every night for the past two weeks. You never smile, which leads me to believe your husband doesn't make you happy."

His reasoning was weak. So was his chin. No, he wasn't conventionally handsome. Still, there was something attractive about the man in the bargain basement suit.

"Not that it's any of your business, but my husband makes me very, very happy," I said tersely. "Now, would you like your usual spinach omelet with the buttermilk short stack?"

"What I want isn't on the menu." He swatted my ass with the heavily marked up "help wanted" section of his newspaper.

"Sir, that stuff might work on Waffle House waitresses," I scolded quietly. "But it's not gonna fly here."

He devoured his food like he'd barely eaten all day. When he finished, I gave him the check. He paid in cash. Exact change. (He never leaves me a tip.) I was at another table when he left. He blew me a kiss on his way out. I met the gesture with a wink and a smile.

I watched him walk to the car. He had parked at the farthest end of the lot so my coworkers wouldn't see the mountain of clothes and boxes filling the back seat. He carefully placed his suit jacket on the back of the driver's seat.

When he leaves the restaurant, he goes to the free life center down the street to shower. And then he parks at the 24-hour Wal-Mart to hopefully catch some winks before picking me up at the end of my shift.

As I bussed his dishes, Sheryl stopped en route to Table 14. 

"Your hubby is so sweet. Can't believe he comes to see you every night," she marveled. "You two seem so happy. I'm jealous."

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This week's Trifecta writing challenge: The entry must be 33-333 words and include the word "weak," as defined below:

WEAK

Not factually grounded or logically presented <a weak argument>

Word count: 333