By: Larry Dean
Early morning with time to spare
Dressed in business casual
Hoping for a quick break from holiday madness
“How may I help you?” The man at the counter speaks in a rehearsed, monotone voice
“I’ll have a number 3 with a large coffee”.
His goal was simple:
Eat fast, then enjoy a book in a hidden corner
Just waiting for the 9 o’clock meeting
Surrounded by bright lights, gaudy Christmas decorations
Smell of greasy hash browns and fried sausage
His head is down, buried in the cocoon of self.
Escaping stress with his usual murder mystery
But, the sights and sounds burst into his “me time.”
The loud, awkward server sticks out easily
Complete with a Santa cap and shiny Christmas beads
“Would you like some more coffee?”
Short with an awkward gait and a winsome smile
Obviously, a “disability” of some kind
She gives enthusiastic greetings, carefully wiping each table
She seems to know everyone and speaks non-stop
“Oppsie! They forgot your extra cream.”
“Did your sweetie get her knee replaced yet?”
“Did you find a new job yet?”
“I am sure they would hire you here.”
Humongous hugs are given to receptive regulars
Professionals would say, “Too familiar with the customers.”
“In need of more job coaching.”
But the regulars know
She is not disabled in unabashed love.
The giver of Christmas grace to those who can receive.
Larry Dean is a retired pastor and realtor living in Grand Marais
