I decided that after two full days of very little exposure to sunlight and extensive indoor study time, it was time to go outside. I packed up my money and bus pass and prepared for a good time with some friends from my freshman seminar class. Thing is, only two of them showed up. No matter, we decided, because those breadsticks weren't going to eat themselves! Getting on the bus, we prepared ourselves for the glory that is Olive Garden.
Olive Garden; the home of all things heavenly. And also the home of one of the most fantastic human beings I've met in a while.
Okay, that may be a bit of a stretch, but the guy was very, very nice. Super friendly, for sure. I'd say that his one fault was being too friendly. His laugh boomed throughout the restaurant, indicating his presence and forcing us to stop our mealtime conversations to find the source of this explosive sound. It reminded me of a mix between a jolly old man and a grumpy cow: unmistakable. Besides his laugh, was his choice in conversation.
My friend Brittany and I had been talking about a trip to Spain our junior year, to study abroad, when apparently he overheard us. Stepping in, he told us, extensively, about his trip abroad with his sister. He backpacked through 19 countries, apparently, and he missed running with the bulls by three hours. He told us every city to see in Spain (Madrid gets boring after 3 or so days). He gave us tips about never leaving your wallet or camera unattended...the list goes on and on.
And then comes the titanium purse.
"And you should invest in this titanium purse, it's only like $250 and it's really great because then pickpockets can't cut the strap and take your things."
Well that's wonderful, random waiter guy, but I am not going to be investing $250 on a titanium purse. My apologies.
Anyway, this guy was just an utterly fantastic human being and I enjoyed my evening all the more because of him. He may be wacky, he may be strange, but he was my Olive Garden waiter and for that, I respect the man. Good choice in eateries, good choice in company. What more could a girl ask for?
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