Tuesday, September 04, 2007
the burger joint story
So she worked for me on Tuesday mornings and Wednesday nights...she taught my toddlers and two's classes and she was faithful for years and years in her care for the kids and families who were in her classes. She was single and in her 80's...wanted to know why God hadn't given her a husband but was happy with her sweetheart who she had no plans to marry...lol...that always made me laugh...mad at God for not sending her a husband and she refused to move and marry the man who she loved. People are so funny sometimes. Anyhow...she would take me out to lunch every couple months to tell me what she thought of me...not particularly my favorite activity becuase she wasn't always happy with me...but it was still time well spent because she clearly needed to be heard.
So on this particular tuesday she asked me to lunch and she told me that she had found this great new little burger joint that she wanted to take me to. I agreed to go to lunch with her and after the kids had all left and we'd cleaned up we headed out to her car. She proceeded to rave to me about how amazing this little burger joint was that she was taking me to. "I've driven by it for years and never went in until last week, I've eaten there three times now and they have the best burgers". Well I am always up for a new restuarant so I was pretty excited to find a new place to eat at. We start driving and we are heading in the direction of the local restaurants and I kept thinking "I wonder how I missed a cool little burger joint, I eat over here all the time". But she was driving and excited to show me this place.
So yeah...it was Burger King. She took me to Burger King. I thought I was going to die. I wanted to bust out laughing when we pulled in the parking lot. She asked me if I'd ever eaten there...um...yeah...I'm on a first name basis with some of the staff...I eat there.
She proceeded to introduce me to all of the people she remembered meeting on her previous trips, including the owner (his parents go to my church) who I knew. She went on and on to him about how great his little burger joint was and how she wished she had started eating there years earlier. He was laughing and jokingly said "well on your 10th trip we'll give you a free burger"....to which she replied in complete seriousness "you would do that for me?! I just love this place, you guys are so nice!" hehehehe The owner realized his joke had gone over like...well...not like a joke...and shaped up and said he really would give her a free burger. We ordered our food, they handed us the empty cups and she proceeded to ask why there was no pop in the cups. um...seriously I wanted to die laughing. I took the cups asked her what she wanted and got her drink for her. She then introduced me to the owners mom (she also goes to my church) and we went and found a spot to sit down.
Needless to say, this is one of my all time favorite burger king stories. and sadly, I have others.
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