Song of the day:
Where Is The Love? /
Black Eyed PeasJust gotta love that song... it gets me groovn' and turns on the fountain of compassion in my soul. Even if Justin Timberlake sings in it... just follow the link and read the lyrics. It will blow your hair back.
Anyway, so yea where was I, ummm oh yea... Today I spent my entire morning and afternoon preparing. Preparing for what you may ask? Preparing one of my favorite times of year. And that my friends is fantasy football. You see, ever since I retired playing football and I no longer strap on the pads. The closest thing I can get to being a part of the NFL is to participate in fantasy football. Fantasy football is a stat game played with friends. There is a draft done to make up the teams. Then you have to manage your team throughout the season and statisticaly outscore your opponents. Its quite fun... and it keeps me up late on sunday nights looking up stats and watching my uber-fantasy team crush the oponent or at times suffer humiliating defeat.
There is quite a bit of luck involved, but for my sake... I like to think its skill. So this is what this wanna-be football player looks forward to every year. Draft day! I'm in two leagues and if i win both leagues I could win in excess of $1,000.00, though I must disclose that I do participate in both these leagues with my buddy and we share the costs and the profits. Usually though, we just take our profits and spend a night out doing what guys do and go nuts at a Wild game or Timberwolves game... we spend extravagantly and buy drinks and food for everyone around us and do our share of leading cheers for the home team.... aaahhhhh the memories! So... wish us luck!
For all you NON football loving people out there... I feel I owe it to you to at least give you something to take away from my blog this day. Lets see here... Oh... Today at work this family came in to have some dinner. I normally do not like to judge people, but for the sake of the story I must, if only to give you the correct scenario and so you can see what happened. This family came in and they were out of place. It was in the vibe they gave off. The clothes they wore and the way they conducted themselves. What I mean is that they were out to dinner at Our Restaraunt as a "special dinner" or as a treat. Like if i was to walk into Ritz Carlton in N.Y. They just didn't fit. Oblivious to this fact I served them as I would any guest. I brought them their dinner and they ate. Then after they were done with their entres I asked if they would like desert and the dad said, "May I see the bill first please?"
This is where my heart strings started going off. I brought the bill and laid it in front of him said "Thank you so much for visiting, we don't accept checks (remember this for later), but we do accept everything else. I'll be back in a sec, thanks again! " then promptly left but watched from across the resturant. He opened the tab and looked at it... then showed it to his wife and then shook his head and said something to his daughter... my heart sank to my toes. After some refills to another table I returned. He said thanks and handed me the bill back with some cash hanging out and I asked if they would need change and they said "yes please."
The bill was $38.60. I returned with the change and I saw the mother writing out a check for my tip... Here is where my heart broke... I couldn't accept their gratitude... and that embarrassed the heck out of them. They weren't going to order desert because they couldn't afford it yet were willing to give me a nice tip... I did my best to let them know that I greatly appreciated the gesture, but I could not accept their check. Then I excused my self as they had confused, hurt and embarassed faces... they left very fast. My heart was in my shoes. Blessed... filled with compassion... and there was nothing I could do about it. It was the best $1.40 tip I'll ever get. It felt priceless. I would have given anything to give them desert... perhapse if I had worked there longer I would feel confident in asking a manager to comp them one... I hope I get that chance again...
Next time I eat desert... I'm thanking God for all the insane blessings that I NEVER think about.
And may God bless that family abundantly!
Adios peeps!!! Have a fantastic Monday