Day 63- Lance* and Lunch Pop

An opportunity presented itself at dinner tonight.  I was delighted to find that Tom and I had a waiter who also just so happened to be a former student of mine last year.  I had thoroughly enjoyed having him in class, and it was nice to see him again.  We chatted for a bit, and he caught me up on what he's been up to.  He's in college now, majoring in all kinds of different things, and it's wonderful to see that he's happy and doing well.

I had not yet figured out where to donate today in honor of the men's figure skating I wrote about last year.  I decided that I had a different kind of idea instead.  Let me start by saying that my husband is a great tipper.  He always has been, and this pleases me.  However, I tip even more than he does.  This probably has a whole lot to do with the fact that I waited tables for a few years in college, and I understand how exciting it is to get good tips.  He'll always ask me at the end of dinner what I'd like to leave because he knows no matter what he writes on the credit card slip, I'll want to leave a dollar more.

I decided today that I'd make a "donation" to someone who is both deserving and in need.  We left an extra something for Lance*, my former student.  His job is helping to put him through college, and that's definitely a cause I can feel good about supporting.  I hope it made his day to clear the receipt from the table and realize that he'd have some extra money in his pocket today.  I must admit there was a somewhat selfish motive, though.  I'm hoping to be thanked in his Oscar speech someday.

Instead of a link, I'd like to again offer a simple suggestion.  Be kind to your server.  The few extra dollars that may mean so little to you can be a big deal to that college kid or parent or struggling someone or other.  Why not make someone's day?


I used to be addicted to Mountain Dew in college.  I would chug it like it was going out of style.  I'm not even sure how many I'd have per day, but the collection of cans that I'd build up to take back to the store told a somewhat scary story of dependence on the substance.  I wasn't really a coffee drinker, though, so I allowed myself this vice because it helped me with that not sleeping thing I talked about a few days ago.

After college, I realized that it would probably be best for me to break the habit.  Little by little, I cut down, much like the addicts I see on those Lifetime movies I love so much.  I got down to one per day, and I think that's just fine.  I still only occasionally drink coffee, and I'm still not good about making myself sleep, so I think a little caffeine here and there is acceptable.

There are some days where I don't have any pop (yes, I know I'm supposed to call it soda now that I live a little further south).  I'm a good, solid water drinker much of the time.  However, most days I have my once a day treat at lunchtime.  It helps me to perk up and make it through the day.  Today was a long day full of meetings and a persistent headache.  That lunch pop never tasted so bubbly.  Ahhh...  it's amazing how after just a few sips, my entire view of the world had somehow changed. 

I can't remember what I said I'd marry before if I could (Michigan football?), but let's add Mountain Dew to that list too.  I Dew.

Thank you, lunch pop, you made my day.


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