You or Your Son?

Yikes! I just started this blog project and already a week has gone by since my last post. Gotta catch up. Unfortunately, I haven't come in contact with many notable happenings so I'm forced to reach into my past-stash. The feelings and memories aren't fresh but I hope I'll be inspired as I share the stories.

I used to have these regulars who would request me on Saturdays. They were a cute, older couple and were generous tippers. That is probably the reason why I tried not to notice when the gentleman (har har)'s hand would go awry and nudge my bum to "hurry me" along. It was also not uncommon for him to ask me to park myself on his lap. "Hahaha, you are just the worst (wink)!" With every wink, a waitress loses a bit of her soul

The wife, on the other hand, would always tell me about her good looking son and how much he'd love me. He's a world traveller, you see. I'm sure he has a great, white-collar job but by the looks of his parents, he'd have to be in his mid 30s and would probably prefer a bubbly blond. Just sayin'. They even invited me on a cruise once, which I had to miss since I had a big school project coming up... Nuts!

I never got to meet this gorgeous son of theirs so I'll never know what could have been. But, if I happen to marry that son, I've gotta be honest, when the father-in-law becomes in need of care, off to assisted living he goes. He is old enough to know better but obviously too old to care.