I had the pleasure of serving two lovely ladies at the restaurant today; a senior mother and her grown daughter.
I greeted them politely, and introduced myself. When I said my name the older woman looked at me and asked, "You're not a (insert last name here), are you?"
I looked at her in shock. She looked somewhat familiar, but not familiar enough that I thought I knew her. "I am!" I said. And then she started to tear up.
"You are the spitting image of your grandmother!" And then I wrapped her in a big hug and we got properly introduced.
Apparently, she and my paternal grandmother had grown up on the same street not too far away from the restaurant.
It was a lot of chit chat. Apparently my grandmother and I share a lot of mannerism!
I feel so blessed to work jobs that help me meet such nice and amazing people.
-Brandolyn
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