Say whaaaa? It’s been a good while since I’ve written. I’ve been rather distracted and uninspired. I’ve also been busy with “life,” not the least of which is dealing with my daughter’s leukemia diagnosis and treatment. I’m also a busy hockey dad.
Two nights ago, my son and I stopped at a Longhorn’s Steakhouse restaurant on the way home from a hockey tournament. We’ve been there many times before. The food is consistently good and reasonably priced. So, we didn’t expect anything new or extraordinary. We were hungry, and it was on the way home.
We were seated by the hostess and soon after, our waiter showed up. He enthusiastically introduced himself as the “Puerto Rican Cowboy.” Mmmm-kay. He was one of those high-energy servers who just seemed to enjoy his job. Along with the usual server banter and efforts to make sure we had what we needed (keeping drinks topped off, etc.), he would throw in a few words in Spanish… words that most non-speakers know like, “Gracias.”
When we got the bill, he signed off, so-to-speak, by repeating his moniker, “I’m the Puerto Rican Cowboy… buenas noches!”
It’s all brand-bearings these days.
Pardon my “Fletch.” 😉 So, what’s the point of this story? Continue reading