A few days ago I was having lunch with a wonderful lady that I have known since she was a child. At one time in my youth and her childhood I served as her Vacation Bible School teacher.
There was nothing out of the ordinary about our lunch. The two of us have been friends practically all our lives. We had dined there before with other people, always without fanfare. On this particular day, all proceeded as would be expected. The waiter took our orders.
We chatted as usual until our food was served. Then we ate, still conversing, still nothing out of the ordinary. After we’d been eating for a few minutes, my friend’s daughter came and sat next to her mother on the opposite side of the table. The daughter told us that our waiter liked her.
That proved to be true. When next the waiter came to our table, seemingly within seconds of seeing my friend’s daughter, he beamed a bright, shiny smile upon her. The young lady introduced her mother, and I could tell from the waiter’s eyes that “Mom” now also had a new significance in his esteem.
He looked at me expectantly. I said, “I’m just a friend, no relation.” Bad mistake on my part. While the waiter doted on the daughter and tried to ingratiate himself with her mother, I was summarily and totally ignored. My water glass never got refilled and I was doomed to end my meal by crunching on ice. Meanwhile, “Mom” was, without even requesting, brought two take-out cups of her drink, the second just in case the melted ice had watered down the first take-out.
After we left and I reflected upon this meal, it occurred to me that I had goofed up. I had actually unintentionally lied to the waiter. The lady I was dining with is married to my fourth cousin, and the daughter with which the waiter was so enamored is my full fifth cousin! I’m sure the waiter would just think I made that up if he ever sees me again.
At least in olden days a former employee of the establishment acknowledged me as the reincarnation of Adolph Hitler. Perhaps that might be a good reason for a new “do” and shaved moustache. Which is worse, to be compared to Hitler, or ignored altogether?
Consider the following words of “wisdom” as you journey through life:

The King of Hearts is the only King WITHOUT A MUSTACHE.
I’d never eat out.
I'd grow my own food if only I could find bacon seeds.

"We don't necessarily discriminate. We simply exclude certain types of people."
-- Colonel Gerald Wellman, ROTC Instructor.

Q. What is the only food that doesn't spoil?
A. Honey