I just came home from a shift at my second job (I'm a server at a restaurant part time...you know, in all of my free time. Hahahaha), and I am so exhausted I can hardly think. It was about 80 degrees in Orange County today, and I was working out on the patio in one of the busiest sections. I got quite a workout out there.
Since I can hardly make my brain do anything but go "muhhhhhh," I figure I'll share with you something that happened on my shift today.
I was running around like a crazy person, but out of the corner of my eye I saw something very, very familiar. I saw this:
Yes, an older gentleman was walking through the restaurant with a copy of The Book Thief by Markus Zusak under his arm.
You know I had to stop him.
"Oh, sir," I said, pointing at the book. "That book is one of my very favorites."
"Is it? Well that's nice to hear."
"Oh yes. I love it."
Then he leaned in toward me and said, "You know what the best part of getting older is? Soon your grandkids start giving you book recommendations. My grandson, he's twelve and a half, he tells me to pick up this book, so you know I have to."
"Well, he sounds like a smart kid! That's quite a read for a twelve year old!"
"Oh, he is. He's very smart."
I wished him well with his book, and I smiled for the rest of my shift, since he left the book sitting right on the corner of his table. This man and his grandson totally made my day. I love random bookish encounters.
Ok, now it's time to decompress on the couch. I think I see a glass of wine in my future. And maybe (hopefully) a book,