The little old lady was on a three-day cross-country car trip, all by herself. After a full day on the road, she was bone weary. She pulled over at a nice-looking motel somewhere in Arizona that was attached to a restaurant.
The dinner menu looked OK. The waiter arrived, a teen with tousled hair.
“What’s the soup today?”
“Is it any good?”
“I don’t know what happened . . . but today, it is.”
No, she didn’t order the soup. And she kept all 10 fingers and all 10 toes crossed when her entrée arrived.
She doesn’t know what happened . . . but it was good.
By Susan Darst Williams • www.LifeWithTheElderberries.com • © 2019