Cafe con Leche
Went to breakfast this morning with Danny and Amanda.
When the waiter came with the bill, I told him to put it all on my card. Then out of this horrible habit I have when I do something nice for someone, I turned around and said “Happy Birthday!” to Danny and Amanda.
The waiter came back 5 minutes later with a huge piece of flan— “I heard it was somebody’s birthday!”
We told him it was no one’s birthday, and that I tend to misuse my words, but he had made our day nonetheless.
I just love people sometimes.
