elcome back to another adventure into Thanksgiving past. Next week I am going to write something other than my family memories, well maybe. I am going to share one of the more interesting memories for me personally.
It was my first Thanksgiving in college and my family decided to stay in Oklahoma for the holiday. It was just my parents and I so we felt no need to cook a big meal and opted to go out to eat instead. We finally got out of the house around one in the afternoon and headed to larger cities than our own in hopes of finding some decent restaurant open.
We drove around in Norman, Oklahoma for about an hour looking for somewhere open that wasn’t fast food and that my mom approved. We finally found an open Furr’s, (I know the very definition of class and holiday style) and got in line. It took us about twenty minutes to get our food and get seated and we are all grumpy and starving by the time we get seated and I took little notice of our waitress the first time she came by because normally you see your waitperson once.
As our meal progressed, we became less engrossed with putting food in our face and more aware of our surroundings and notice our waitress is coming around more than normal. She seemed really friendly and like she enjoyed our table. A lot of waitstaff feels that way about our family since we are big laughing people so I didn’t think much about it until we were almost ready to leave. She comes up to our table and asks us if we are about to leave. When we respond affirmatively she looks at me and tells me I am very beautiful and my brain promptly shuts down. I do know she said something else that was a very overt come on. I also know I blushed and thanked her.
I wasn’t offended that she hit on me. I was just floored that she did it and in front of my parents.
When we got back out to the car I asked my mom if the waitress really did hit on me. Mom confirmed it so I knew I hadn’t imagined it. After that my parents got into a discussion about going to the movies and saved me any further conversation about it.
I still don’t know how you respond if a woman hits on you while you are with your parents.
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