We Weren’t Expecting That (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 02 2023	Views/Reads: 549/326	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Instead of judging other people for what they do, I need to pay close attention to what I’m doing daily.

Sometimes things happen that you never expected. When those unexpected
things happen, if they are good, that is a blessing, if they are bad, 
that's a different story. 

I learned this expectation of good from my good old Uncle Ted. He was a
truck driver, and boy, did he have the stories to tell. 

The one story I never believed was about him having lunch at a
restaurant. According to his story, he would order a nice lunch, and 
when almost done, he would take out a hair he had brought along, put it 
on his plate, and called the waitress. 

“Look at this hair on my plate,” he said to the waitress. 

Of course, she was surprised because that doesn't happen much in a
restaurant. She was so frustrated that she called the manager and 
introduced him to my uncle. He didn't know what he was in for. 

“There's a hair on my plate, which disgusts me.” 

The manager looked at it and did not know what to say, but finally, he
said to my uncle, “I'm so sorry for this and to compensate your lunch 
is on the house today.” 

He had somewhat of a scow on his face. He looked at the manager and then
looked back at the waitress and finally said, “Okay, I'll let it go 
this time, and I thank you for taking care of this for me. I appreciate 
that very much.” 

For many years I thought this was just one of his stories, but he, my
father, and I went to a restaurant together once. I'm not sure of the 
occasion, but it was always fun to get together for lunch. 

When Uncle Ted was just about done with his lunch, I saw him pull from
his inside pocket an envelope, and when he opened it, there was a 
variety of hairs inside. He pulled a rather large one out and laid it 
on his dish. He didn't say anything but just called for the waitress. 

“Look at this hair on my plate! Can you explain it?” 

Of course, she couldn't, so she called for the manager to come to our
table. When he arrived, he said, “Is there anything I can do to help 
you men?” 

“There sure is,” my uncle said. “Look at this hair on my plate. Can you
explain it?” 

The manager was stunned when he saw the hair and, at first, did not know
what to say. “I'm so sorry for this. Please accept my apology and lunch 
is on the house today.” 

With his familiar scow, my uncle looked at the manager, then looked back
at the waitress, and then back at the manager and said, “Okay, I accept 
your apology and thank you for your understanding.” 

As my dad and I sat at that table, we did not know what to do. Was this
a joke or what? The waitress returned and told us that everything was 
taken care of and we didn't have to worry, and she apologized again. 

When we got into our car to go home, my uncle gave a little snicker and
said, “You know, that works all the time.”  And then he laughed. 

I had forgotten about that until last week. Some of our family had
gotten together to celebrate Father's Day at a very nice pizza 
restaurant. There were five of us plus the Princess of the Family, our 
six-month-old great-granddaughter. Of course, she was the center of our 
lunchtime, even though it was a Father's Day lunch. 

We had a wonderful time, and the pizza was just delicious. It's one of
our favorite pizza restaurants in town. 

As we finished, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage sighed deeply and
said, “Oh no. It can't be?” 

We did not know what she was talking about, and then she called the


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