Last night I wanted to eat out. I was tired of my own cooking. I went to a bar and grill, waited ten minutes and never got waited on. The server passed me several times and did nothing more than give me a dirty look. I walked out. No problem.
I went to a bar and grill, waited ten minutes and never got waited on. The server passed me several times and did nothing more than give me a dirty look. I walked out. No problem.
Went to a second restaurant and the parking lot was so full I couldn’t park. Okay, a bit frustrating, but carried on.
Found to the third place to eat and it was closed down. Now I’m wondering what is going on. What is the reason for this to happen like this?
I found an IHOP. Boring, but better than the first three places. I got seated behind a family of three. Mom, Dad and a boy probably about five years old.
I haven’t ordered yet when I watched he evidently did something wrong. I watch-ed how his mother got him out of the booth (dragged him would be a more accurate description) and walked him to the bathroom to get washed up. I could see food on his hand.
When she came back with the boy, she informs Dad, they need to go to the car to take a break. “He didn’t listen to me while in the restroom,” she said.
As she is putting the jacket on the teary-eyed boy, I’m making faces at him to make him smile. He at least found it entertaining, and Mom caught me and smiled, though, her son didn’t see it. They got back in less than five minutes later and everything was fine. Acted like nothing ever happened. Honestly, I was impressed with the attitude of the parents.
I went back to my salad and not long after I hear this sweet voice say; “Hi. My name is Liam. what’s your name?”
I look up and see this beautiful toe-headed kid looking at me with these huge blue eyes with this most expectant look on his face. He really expected an answer from me. Again, I was impressed with the attitude of the boy.
I said; “My name is Jim.”
Liam: “That’s his name,” pointing to his father.
Me: “Holy wow! That is so cool.” He giggled and turned to his plate and continued eating.I paid my bill and got up to leave. I said to Liam; “You make sure to take care of Mom and Dad, okay?” I wanted to go on, but he interrupted me.
I paid my bill and got up to leave. I said to Liam; “You make sure to take care of Mom and Dad, okay?” I wanted to go on, but he interrupted me.
Pointing to his father again, he said; “We went to Seattle.”
Me: “You did? Did you fly there?” Seattle is less than fifty miles from Tacoma.
He laughed and said: “No. My dad drove me up there.”
We talked back and forth for a little while, parents smiling their approval. Then I said; “Well Liam, I gotta go. You take care.”
He sat there with the proudest look on his face waving and I don’t know why.
As I walked away, it dawned on me; Liam was the reason why I wound up at IHOP. I can’t help to believe that we were supposed to meet that day. My only hope is that some day soon that reason will reveal itself.