Couple came in late - 9:30. I opened the door - they looked like deer in the headlights.
I asked if they'd just flown in. (The road from the Boston airport to us is long, goes through some very dark spots and sends most people through the woods before they find us.) "Yes, we're from Florida. We almost didn't come. Our plane was delayed."
Me: Have you eaten?
Them, "No."
Me (knowing that all the restaurants are closed.), "I can send you 5 miles away to the next town or I can show you the delivery pizza menu."
Them: "Delivery." I called on the land line because we live a the end of the earth and cell coverage sucks. The delivery guy told me 45 minutes. I felt so bad for them!
Me: "You look like you could use a glass of wine." They almost hugged me!
I got them a glass of wine and a plate of cheese, a cut up apple and crackers. They were very grateful. I was asleep before the delivery driver showed up!.