Simple Pleasures

I forgot myself again. It's my day off and yes, I got up early this morning with a serious desire to be productive, but what for really? I mean, I work enough so why not sleep in an extra hour or so? What's the sudden rush to do something if it means getting out of these warm comforters? So I lay there, deep in thought about "thinking too much" if that makes any sense and fell back asleep because well, I could.

Later that day my older sister rang me awake for our weekly lunch date: sweet passion fruit iced tea and then some. We met this interesting waitress (curly hair, pale skin, and black-rimmed glasses) who seemed to act more like a long-lost friend than a server with her sly, sense of humor and easy-going attitude. A bright blue Band-Aid covered a newly burnt part of her right hand in-between her thumb and index finger.

"Aw, you poor thing...what happened," I asked.

We hit it off immediately. Then there was this bus boy that made one of our most favorite restaurants extra special this afternoon. He kept making it a point to come by and say, "Hi." We paid no attention at first. I mean, afterall it's only common courtesy. But after the third "Hi" we began to blush. Hmmm...

He came by again later to say more.

"You ladies working after this," he asked with a smile.

"Nah, we're off. Why," we both said pretty much at the same time.

"What do you drink," he followed turning his smile into a grin.

My sister shrugged her shoulders and combed back her luscious brown hair behind her ears. "Pina Colada, I guess," she answered.

He looked over to me. "Um...I don't drink," I said honestly.

He nodded his head and was off. My sister poked me,"You could've said you drank something."

I thought to myself what for? I really don't drink.

A little while later he came back sure enough with her Pina Colada. She smiled with delight. How sweet?! (She must've thought that out loud because it was written all over her face.)

"Do any of you like cake," he asked.

"Uh..." we said, looking at each other in disbelief. He followed by saying, "I feel bad because here I got you a drink (looking at my sister) and well there's nothing for her (he turned my way)."

"It's cool really," I began to answer.

"She likes that raspberry thingy..." my sister interrupted.

We couldn't believe it. We've been coming to this place since '97 and it's the first time ever that we were getting extra spoiled.

The simple pleasures in life: Gourmet food, cold drinks, great company and awesome customer service.