I bellied up to the counter at my favorite breakfast stop yesterday and ordered orange juice. The wait staff all know me so there are usually several rounds of greetings as they each swing by to pick up the coffee pot or grab menus.
Yesterday, one of the newer waitresses asked “where’s your brother”. This slowed me down a bit since my brother lives in Europe and I haven’t seen him for quite awhile. Then it hit me…
“My brother? You mean the kid who comes in here with me all the time? That’s my son.”
She was mortified. You can usually tell when someone is caught completely off guard by new information.
I spent the rest of the day with a littel extra spring in my step and a smile on my face.
