Funny story: some 28 yrs ago, both then were 17, we went on a date to a burger joint on St. Catherine street in Montreal. As we were poor, we only had money for our hamburgers, which we savoured nevertheless, eyes locked into one another... you have to picture this: he head shaved, long shabby tweed coat, doc martins, I in leather and lace, a copy of Cindy Lauper. Yes, it was the 80's. The waitress arrived all smiles, a bit shy, with a huge sunday. "For you". "Oh, thanks, but we can't afford it", we replied. But she said: "No, you don't understand, this one's on me! I just find you guys so adorable together. Enjoy!"
And so we did, giggling and happy.
We even reminisced about this event, which we had never forgotten, during the weekend. On Monday, just before taking my plane, we went for a burger (well, er- me a salad, lol) and the same thing happened! This time it was a male waiter who offered us chocolate cake! We looked at each other in amazement.
Isn't that funny?
