Eden and I enjoyed a little mother-daughter time by buying ourselves a few plants to brighten up the home. She had created some clay pots at the pottery studio and wanted to fill them. I, the ultimate non-green thumb, needed to replace some plants that had passed on. Next we headed to the dollar store for rocks and then to Brothers, our favorite pizza shop, for supper.
We arrived and were greeted by Jerry, the best pizza shop owner around. He not only knows our family but he knows each of us individually, usually asking after each one by name. And since his son was born the same day and year as HopeAnne, he always has a special round of questions just for her.
This evening he was on the phone, taking another order, but not before calling us out by name and asking how we were doing. By the end of his phone conversation, the whole restaurant was chuckling.
Jerry: Okay. And then you want a chicken and steak 'boli?...For your dog?...Your dog eats 'boli?...Does your dog like sauce on the side?...How about wine with that?...
Jerry hangs up and says, "I never heard that one before."
Made our night!
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