I posted this while enjoying dinner by myself at a steakhouse in the Utah mountains. Just after posting, to my surprise, I heard a British accent. It was a man about my age who was also dining alone. Made friends with him. Told him I’d buy him a beer if he could name the first U.S. president. He couldn’t. He’d never heard of George Washington before. We got our bills. He tipped 10%, I tipped 30%. The waitress, Julie, called us both baby on the way out. She winked at me, I must assume for making up the difference. Took him for a ride in my Tesla so he could experience full self driving. It broke his brain. “THAS A BIT MAD INNIT?” The European mind truly cannot comprehend. God bless America.
Europeans can’t comprehend the joy of a slightly overweight and sun damaged woman with a beautiful heart walking up to your table to serve you, greeting you with “Hey baby how are you doing tonight?” and small talking until she hits you with a “So what are we having, darlin?” You will tip her 30% and she’ll say “thank you baby.” As you leave the restaurant you’ll hear a bald eagle in the distance and the feeling of red white and blue will pulse through your veins.