For dinner one night we went to the Log Jam. Jayne dressed typical for her, nearly bursting from a hobbledress. Jayne precariously wiggled up the steps, and there was a wait to get in. She turned around to look out over the parking lot. Through the big window you could see the reaction she was causing, and in the window was her full reflection. So either from inside you coukd see her from the rear, and coming to the front door from the lot you saw her front and her rear view reflection. A few guys got nudged, hard, by their wives/dates/girlfriends. Inside we were seated most of the way through the restaurant, so Jayne had to wiggle past many people. Conversations stopped when people saw her. The curly haired woman was our waitress. She could barely speak to us, only taking our order and asking if the dress was comfortable, to which Jayne replied it was and we planned on walking the main strip in the village after dinner.