Since I could barely find the ice machine, I made a chocolate milk availability decision. I returned to the customer.
“No, we do not have chocolate milk,” I informed her.
The shift passed slowly, and Wetnap John (the brilliant bus boy) cleaned tables. He flicked food into his Rubbermaid tub and did not gag once that I saw.
I survived with no complaints, reasonable tips for the cause - and a whole new appreciation for the job of a restaurant server.
And at the end of the day, it seems that everyone gave their best. Because when there is a real need and an important purpose, it isn’t really so hard to dig a little deeper and stretch out of our comfort zone.
Theresa Timmons’ column appears every first and third Sunday. She is an Elwood resident and can be reached at paperflinger.com.