Some restaurant servers have the worst luck. When our family ate out the other day, my wife and I both ordered iced tea to drink. It took a while for the waiter to bring our drinks. He apologized and, with a good dose of self-deprecating humor, explained that as he tried to fill one of our cups, the little nozzle popped off the big vat, and the tea started gushing out all over him. For his sake, I'm glad it happened out of view of the customers, unlike the poor server who had a major, splattering tray accident near my table a few months ago.
I appreciated the waiter's sense of humor about it. And he scored extra points (tip!) by being very attentive to refilling our drinks. He was almost overattentive. At one point, I took one sip of my iced tea, and suddenly there he was with a pitcher to top off my glass.
Sometimes the simplest things amuse me. I noticed that the label on the jar of honey in our pantry says the honey is "true source certified." I couldn't help but wonder how they verify that it's real honey. Maybe they have a bee on staff in the factory that sticks its antennae into each jar and confirms that it's legitimate.
As a Braves fan, it was quite exiting to watch the Baseball Hall of Fame induction speeches on the internet last weekend. I've only been to the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY once back in the late 1980s when I was a teenager. Now I have the itch to go back.
My (soon-to-be) eight-year-old daughter watched part of the induction ceremony with me. Her most interesting comment was that she thought managerial inductee Tony LaRussa had the same hair as her baby sister. That's funny, but I don't see the resemblance.
|Tony LaRussa [courtesy: ABC]|
|Not Tony LaRussa|
I thought both my daughters loved playing with stickers, but not anymore. It seems that my oldest has outgrown them. I gave her some stickers the other day, but she said she doesn't like stickers anymore "because they fall off."
I'm not afraid to ask priests the serious, hard-hitting questions about the Catholic faith. I was involved in a discussion with our pastor and new associate pastor about how some people dress very casually for Mass. Someone else mentioned that he always wears a suit and tie to church, and that got me thinking. So I asked the priests, "Do priests gradually forget how to tie a tie over time, or is it something that you never forget how to do like riding a bike?" They got a good chuckle out of my question. The associate pastor, who was recently ordained, said that as soon as he and his fellow seminarians became transitional deacons, they all wanted to burn their neckties since they'd never need them again. But they donated them to Goodwill instead.
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