Posted 18 January, 09on:
Our waiter this evening had a very obvious stutter. It was painful to watch him struggle to control it, to get the words out. We didn’t mind because he was such a charming young man. I am not a violent person, but I seriously wanted to get up and smack the people at the next table who were mocking him. Just wanted to give them a good old Southern smack upside the back of the head and say, “Didn’t you momma raise you better?” On the way out, C spotted the manager and said, “Our waiter, ______, was awesome.”
When we got into the car, we talked about what courage it took for that young man to choose a job that requires him to speak in public. I was proud of my boys for their behavior in the restaurant. They waited patiently as the waiter stumbled over his words. They chatted with him as easily as they do with any waiter. They acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. They shared my offense with the table who behaved immaturely. Their momma is trying very hard to raise them right.