Porsche Guy and I went out for breakfast this morning, to our favourite little breakfast place. We go there quite often, because we like the food, it’s good value for the money, and it’s a one-of-a-kind family-type restaurant. We mainly go there quite often because PG doesn’t always have food in his fridge of the kind that I would deign to eat for breakfast.
He had a huge waffle, scrambled eggs and sausages. I had French toast, bacon and lots of coffee. The bill came to about 15$. Cheap for a good amount of food (meaning I was stuffed, he was “comfortable”).
When the server brought our bill, she said cheerily to PG, “And Happy Father’s Day to you!” She placed a chocolate bar on the table beside the bill.
PG and I looked at each other. We’d both completely forgotten that it was Father’s Day, which is not entirely surprising since both of our fathers are gone now. But the funny part was that PG has never had children, so he’s not a father.
“Should I tell her and give the chocolate bar back?” he wondered.
A free chocolate bar? Even under false pretenses? Was he kidding??
We ate it.