GM-pony tails and Diners

I was at a 50s diner yesterday and in the booth right behind me were three girls of about 8 to 11. The eleven year old was absolutely drop dead georgous. She was wearing a lime green light summer cotton top with staps that showed off her perfect little tan muscled shoulders. Her hair was that dark and light mixed blonde with a high pony tail. I had my arm on the back of the booth when I felt that pony tail brush against my arm. I almost choaked on my burger. When I turned to take a glace at her I caught her just as she put her tongue out to take a lick of a vanilla ice cream cone. I just sat there and allowed that sight to imprint on my mind as her pony tail kept tickling my arm thoughout my lunch. All I could think was... thank you, God. hehe. :0)