This afternoon I brought my van in to the shop so it could be examined before my dad and I drive out to Florida. Since they needed to order parts, it worked best if I left my van there over night. It wasn't a big deal except I needed to figure out a way to make it to my evening's plans. Fortunately, one of the workers (the wife of one of the mechanics) was able to take me, with her seven year-old son, to Rosa's (it's a restaurant for those unfamiliar...) so I could celebrate Taco Tuesday. When we finally arrived at Rosa's, the kid looked at me with all seriousness and asked, "You live here?!" I laughed, but then responded, "Yes" (after all, it's fun to kid with kids). He quickly came back with, "Cool, you can live in a tortilla" to which I responded, "I do live in a tortilla." His poor mother probably didn't appreciate that I was egging her son on but the conversation was priceless. Completely unexpected, but priceless.
The brief connection with this kid reminded me of something my grandpa told me once. He said that one of the things he admired most about my grandma was how she connected with a whole array of people. When she was with us grandkids, she'd put herself on our level and giggle and play double-dutch with us. Yet, she just as easily could make my grandpa's military friends laugh over a drink at Happy Hour. She had a talent for relating with many types of people. I really do appreciate the diverse range of people I get to interact with on a daily basis. I hope I can learn to adapt as well as Grandma did and truly connect with people, regardless of how different they may be.
1 comment:
aww! i don't think i've heard that about grandma before. that makes me so happy! hahaha you live in a tortilla. :-P
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