I’ve walked into my usual restaurant at my usual time and sat in my usual spot.
I am about to order my usual chili scrambled eggs with extra chili on the side when I notice the waiter fussing a bit more than usual and the menu is not only different and very pink, it does not have my usual on it.
Not wanting bother the lass with questions, I ignore the menu and ask for my usual anyway to which he gladly agrees to serve me with an extra special treat; a pink cookie.
Satisfied and happy, I head to the counter to settle my bill. The waiter beams at me and cheerfully says “happy mothers day!” I say a polite thank you and add that I am not a mother yet.
As I’m was walking away I hear him mutter under his breath ” what a waste of child bearing lips”
Yes lips, I know what I heard!
Cathy Aoll Rambles 