Mariah and I took a trip to Dallas this weekend and we had an absolutely amazing time! (Well I did....I think she did too...haha) Anyway, on Saturday night we decided to go to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner. So we got dressed up as ladies tend to do when going to dinner at a "fancy" restaurant and went. It was a bit late in the evening and the restaurant was busy, but we were soon seated and ready to enjoy dinner. I'd like to say that the evening was quickly....going downhill. It was getting boring so in typical Mariah and Eowyn fashion we looked for a way to entertain ourselves.
Now it has been said of Mariah and I once or twice that we choose our friends. That we find someone and just decide without talking about it or thinking about that so-and-so is now our friend and will be treated accordingly from now on. This was the case Saturday night. Our waiter came to take our drink order and he was amazing!!! Like I said it was getting late and Blake (our waiter) expressed that his feet were hurting as he had been serving for most of the day. So we told him to pull up a chair and take a seat, which he did and it was all downhill from there.
He was such a sweetheart and such a great waiter. He would try to get his other tables taken care of quickly so he could come and sit and chat with us. He told us it was because we were cool with his personality, like we were okay with him sitting because his feet hurt and we were okay with him neglecting to bring us our ketchup because we knew he was busy taking care of other people too. We were just cool with him and let him be himself. The table behind us left him his number which was funny because we were joking about them being jealous of him hanging out with us. He told us that he had a collage of numbers that he had collected from tables. So in typical Mariah and Eowyn form, we pulled out some paper.
Not to leave our numbers obviously, but to leave him a note. A simple note expressing our gratitude for his great service and just how generally awesome he was. (Note writing is totally a lost artform by the way. People think a text is enough nowadays, but that can be erased and forgotten. A handwritten note....that's different!) He informed us that we were the most amazing table he's ever waited on! Made us feel special. And then we left. Mariah and I talked about the event on the way home and how we tend to gravitate toward people like Blake.
Anyway, the next day plans didn't work out with other friends so we decided to just eat at Hard Rock again (the food is amazing as is the atmosphere) and we found ourselves in Blake's section once again. He was overjoyed to see us. He told us that he had had a hard day so far and was really hoping that we would come in. Then he pulled out his server book and showed us the note we left yesterday taped inside! He said that he put it there so that whenever he was having a bad day he could read it and remember that people like us are the reason he waits tables. Really??? Wow!!! To be honest, I could have cried. We weren't trying to be life changers; we were simply trying to be make him smile for maybe a few minutes. Perhaps laugh a little.
Long story shorter....we spent the next 3 hours just sitting there eating, relaxing and chatting when he had a moment. He had clearly told all his coworkers about us as many people referred to us as "his girls from last night." When we finally decided that it was time to get on the road home, he said he was sad that we had to leave. We could tell that he really enjoyed having us there. He gave us a hug on our way out, told us to find him on facebook and to always ask for his section when we came into town.
So what's the point of this whole long story? I honestly don't know. But I feel like there's a reason that Mariah and I randomly adopt people like Blake for some unknown reason that honestly we don't even know. There was just something about him that made us want to be extra nice, to go that extra mile. He wasn't a Christian. Conversations made that obvious, but is that a reason to treat him like every other person? I don't think so. I think it's a perfect reason to treat him better! Now did we preach Jesus to him and turn him life around? No. We didn't. Should we have? Perhaps. But did we show the love of Jesus to him??? I think we did. If nothing else, maybe on a day where things are really bad, where he's feeling like there's no hope, he'll glance at his server book and remember that note. Remember that someone on the planet thinks he is amazing!
Maybe I'm overanalyzing. But I can't imagine that it coud ever be a bad thing.......
