After Church, on the last Sunday before my son left for college, he suggested we eat at a certain restaurant. The last time we had dined there, I had not been pleased. But this was a special occasion, so that's where we went.
We stood in line behind several customers for a short time before our turn. We had both decided on the same meal-the very same one that I had not been pleased with on our previous visit. I told the cashier about my previous dissatisfaction- a grilled cheese sandwich barely toasted with cold cheese. She wrote "extra hot" on the order form and handed us our cups and buzzer. We helped ourselves to our drinks and found a comfortable spot to enjoy our meal. The restaurant was relatively quiet and our conversation was effortless- no need to strain over crashes and bangs from the kitchen, too loud music, or boisterous customers. The buzzer buzzed and my son retrieved our meals. The soup was hot and tasty. The sandwich was grilled to perfection with the cheese hot and melted throughout. We enjoyed our meal and each other. The restaurant had redeemed itself.
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