(A Turning Point Story)
A few years ago I was Birmingham, Alabama at lunch time, so I decided to eat at a favorite restaurant there. I had been to this place quite a few times, and had always enjoyed the food and service there.
Until this time.
The host (a new guy) sat me at the table, and informed me that my server would soon be there to take my “quick lunch” order. So I looked over the menu.
No server.
I closed the menu (a popular hint).
No server.
I thought about memorizing the menu before the server got there. I could have succeeded.
I was sitting close enough to the front door to see the host who seated me. I looked plaintively at him, and he returned to ask if my server had come. Gasp! He hadn’t? He’ll be here in a couple of minutes. [click to continue…]
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