Wholesome Teenagers Do Exist!

I work in a restaurant. I took a very chaotic table of teens today, celebrating one teen’s fifteenth birthday. What started out as a party of eight turned into a party of thirteen, and they all downed their sodas like crazy, so I had to do a bunch of refills.

They were super sweet, though, and kept thanking me for “putting up with them,” which was so cute.

At one point, I asked them:

Me: “Hey, guys, are we gonna order any entrees, or do we want a few more minutes?”

Teens: “I think we are good on entrees, but we are ready to order our meals!”

So cute, I could cry!