Today came together in such a way that Pam and I were able to have an unplanned breakfast together. We went to the Turning Point and it was good as always.
We got there in the middle of the brunch crowd. To get seated at a table would’ve required us to wait 15-30 minutes. We did have a bit of a time constraint, so we chose to sit at the breakfast bar where we could be seated immediately.
Next to me was sitting an old guy, “Charlie”. He was there by himself. He was enjoying breakfast. Taking his time. Reading a little in the newspaper. But mostly talking to everyone who worked there. It was clear he was a regular. When he was getting ready to go, one of the waitresses said “Will I see you on Monday, Charlie? We’ll have some fresh muffins.” He was at home. I want to be this guy when I grow up.