Met my parents at Applebees last night. Yup. A chain restaurant that sucks, but that is where they had not only a gift card to use, but also a coupon for free shooter desserts, which literally arrive in shot glasses. Way to splurge owners of Applebees!
The man serving the table next to us was heterosexually challenged. Sweet as pie, just gay. I left my seat in search of the Ladies Room when he offered the, "grand tour." I said sure. I followed this man around the first turn around the booths and as he asked (with a lisp), "Are you looking for Applebees Car Side Servie or the Ladies?" Following behind him with a smile of satisfaction across my face, I answered, "the Ladies." This was service at its best. Some servers do not even smile after a joke. Along comes a queen willing to accommodate a peasant on her way to turn wine into amonia. He was fantastic! Seconds later we came to a door, labeled Ladies no less, and he turned with his arms out to his side and chanted, "So thus is the end of our journey," followed by a deep bow. Without hesitation I jumped a small step back, smiled widely, and began clapping loudly. Together, this stranger and I shared a deep belly laugh. That moment defines what life is about. As much as I love laughing with friends, enjoying a sincere laugh with someone foreign is a great feeling.
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