My friendly cashier was waiting for me at customer services. She asked what happened and when I told her she said, “I think I know the waitress you’re talking about. She wouldn’t do it on purpose, but she wouldn’t really care that she did it either.”
“Well,” I said, “her manager was ripping her a new one when I left.”
“Good, she deserves it. Has your brother started school, yet?”
I misunderstood her question and I said, “He’s starting at St. Albert’s in September.” St. Albert the Great is the name of the local Catholic Church and their school goes from kindergarten to high school.
“Oh great. My kids went there. Mrs. Fisher is the kindergarten teacher. He’ll love her.”
“Oh, super,” I said. But thought, “Wow, she thinks he’s not even a kindergartener yet. Kevin would not be happy.”
“Thanks for all your help, but I’d better go take care of Kevin.”
I knocked on the door and said, “It’s me, pal, let me in.” Kevin opened the door a crack and let me in. His tears had caused his tiger make-up to get all smeared and he just looked like a miserable little boy.