Please, don't call me "Sweetie" (standard:humor, 915 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Feb 05 2011	Views/Reads: 2898/1865	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The past several weeks I have been trying to keep my curmudgeon levels to a minimum. It has been a struggle but I am happy to report I have been making fantastic progress. That is until the other day.

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that a real gentleman rises to the occasion. I am happy to report that 
I did not strangle the young waitress in front of me. 

"I told you my name was not, Sweetie." 

"Yes, I believe you did tell me that." 

She smiled at me, whirled around and disappeared into the kitchen area.
I was satisfied that once again I had settled that, began enjoying the 
wonderful country repast before me. Ah, nothing like good old-fashioned 
country cooking. 

Just as I was finishing up, the waitress came and brought me my bill for
the lunch. 

"Here you go, Sweetie. Take your time and you can pay for it at the
counter when you're ready." 

Before I could correct her for the third time, she whirled around and
disappeared back into the kitchen area. I thought to myself, boy, would 
I love to give her a piece of my mind for dessert. 

As I was rumbling all of this through my tortured mind, I realized I had
several Hershey Kisses in my coat pocket. I keep several handy all the 
time because you never know when you would like to indulge in a kiss. 

I pulled one out and then got a fresh napkin and wrote a note on it.
"Here's your tip, Sweetie." Then I placed on the napkin a Hershey Kiss. 


Thankfully God knows my right name." To him the porter openeth; and the
sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth 
them out" (John 10:3 KJV). 


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