MEMORIAL DAY BREAKFAST

On Memorial Day the genius and I decided to go out for breakfast. We chose The Waffle House, a favorite of ours, especially now that there’s no smoking there, and it’s not too far from our house.

When we walked in, I noticed a nice man dressed in pants and a blue Waffle House shirt walking around, making sure that everything was all right. I supposed him to be the manager although I had never seen him there before. When he reached us, he asked us if all was well and we assured him it was. Then the genius surprised me by sticking out his hand and introducing himself and then said, “I taught your son this year.”

You can imagine my astonishment when he said this because all I could think was “How in the world does a Waffle House manager afford to send his son to that school ($18,000/year)?”

Then the genius asked him what he was doing working “in the trenches” on that day and turned to me to say, “He’s the CEO of Waffle House.” It turned out that he sometimes dons his W.H. uniform and goes around to different restaurants to oversee things, etc.

It was then that I noticed the servers, particularly ours: She was as nervous as a cat. When she brought me my sausage, she dropped one off of the plate onto the table. Also, when she told the genius that the OJ machine was being cleaned and he would have to wait a while for the juice, CEO jumps in and shows her where some more is. I felt really sorry for her and could understand why she was edgy.

The rest of the story is that after we had left a generous tip and were standing at the register to pay, CEO reaches over and grabs the ticket, saying the breakfast was on him.

As I’ve said before, “Teaching can have its rewards in more ways than one!!”