Yesterday after working a long shift at the restaurant, I was sitting with my favorite waitress, whom I secretly and affectionately refer to as my “chain-smoking work-mom”. We were discussing her blunt Southern opinions about rude patrons (always a treat!) when she paused a moment and said:
Y’know, I think I’d like it if my son brought home a gal like you one day.
I may never know a happier happy.