Today, again, we ate
at Rally Point Grill in Woodstock. They
have several waiters and waitresses running around but we got the same one we
had last time, weeks ago.
She remembered us.
Not only that, she remembered what we order last time. Really!
When we ordered she told us last time I ordered something slightly different. Not the meat itself, but the extra topping.
I got to say, I normally feel invisible so for someone to remember
I was there and what I ordered, weeks ago, I felt complemented. I am never remembered.
I wonder if it had anything to do with painting my bald head
green and my nose dayglow red?
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