This morning I stopped to look at the waves breaking over the rocks and onto the road in Pacifica. And, while at it, I went to the Breakers Restaurant near the shoreline.
A young waiter took my order, was professional, had a nice smile, which made be think he would understand my humor. I was right.
When he handed my my check, I asked, “Oh, do I have to PAY?”
A split second later, his response: “Shhhh, I won’t say anything. Quick, make a run for it.”