About four years ago, the restaurant opened it's third location in a neighborhood not too far from the other two. Dad, being the awesome waiter that he is, was assigned to work in the new place to get the popularity started because around there gets pretty quiet, day or night. I got dragged into working there as well. For about a good two weeks, people were wondering where Dad was. But, this lady, man, I don't want to point her out as a stalker, but as soon as word got out that Dad moved to the new location, she did not hesitate to drive up the hills to the third location. She ordered food to go, and these were her exact words to Dad, "I'm so glad I found you. I followed you here!"
To whomever that was, I understand your love for Dad, but please don't use that kind of phrasing. It makes me worry about Dad more than I usually do.
Message to Dad: People love you...a little bit too much. .-.
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