I went out to a diner tonight. It's located in an old gas station and has that small town feel that every diner should. Well, "Henry's" is known for its pie and my friend Jon called the diner in advance to make sure we would get a piece. Upon arrival we were asked by the waitress if we would be willing to give up our slices. There were two men, a father and son, who were from Pennsylvania. They had visited "Henry's" 18 years earlier and had a piece of pie. Remembering how good it was they wanted to stop again and have a slice. But it turned out they had sold every piece, save those reserved for us. Well hearing their plight, how could we refuse? The cool thing was the guys had been sitting there just chatting with the locals for about 20 minutes. Had they left even a minute earlier, our paths would not have crossed and we never would have had the chance to show that kindness. The best part was how appreciative the men were. It really was the best pie they'd ever had.
We really had a funny waitress too. They were out of two of the entrees we ordered, so when Tim and I reordered, we were only allowed to order something that met her standards. Also Evan got labeled a wimp for not ordering true diner food. She was a hoot. Just the lady to deal with a bunch of wise asses like us.
Life is interesting right now. Em is regressing in the sleep area again. Work is a bitter grind. And I'm being shut out on the pastoral job search, again.
Did you ever have a pee that felt like it would never end? It's a weird sensation.
Positives: free subs, first pre-need sale, grocery shopping
Negatives: managerial oversight, garlic breath, far away "lighters"
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Now I want pie.
Now I want to have a lighter.
Post a Comment