So I thought this was a blog worthy story of my encounter at work..
I don’t get to work that often, one day a week due to having no help. Anyways, typical night at work and I was seated an older gentlemen mid 70s I’d guess and I decided to just be extra nice since he was eating alone.
After getting his order I decided to strike up a conversation as I know eating alone can be lonely and he seemed like a chatty individual. After talking about school and education he then asked me a more personal question:
“Is that your little boy in your book there?”
“Yeah, that’s my son, he’s 3 and a handful at that.”
“He is precious, is he home with his daddy tonight while mommy works?”
“Well..no, his dad actually died in July, he’s with great grandma though” I smiled at him trying to…
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