Camping Out For A Year

I just got back from a week at a summer away camp. I’m tired out, so we go to my favorite restaurant for lunch. I order the same thing I always do.

Me: “And could I have a Sprite, please?”

Waitress: “Of course.”

Mom: “And can it be a big one?”

Waitress: “I can do that.”

Me: “Yay!”

I eat my lunch and feel a lot better. I leave a $15 tip because she was so nice and I was tired.

Fast forward a year. I’m going to the same restaurant and I get the same waitress.

Me: “And could I get a large Sprite?”

Waitress: “Yes— OH, MY GOSH, how was camp?”

Me: “Hi! I didn’t recognize you at first. It was good! How are you?”

Waitress: “I’ve been good. Do you want the same thing again?”

Me: “Yes, please!”

This isn’t weird because I eat the same thing every time we go there, sometimes with onion rings.

Waitress: “I’ll have that right up for you.”

That was an awesome thing to have happen. I haven’t bumped into her yet this year, but I think I might!