Friday, July 4, 2008

Five for Adults, Four for Kids

"Hey Jess, you still want to go to breakfast?"

I grunted at Grandpa, something affirmative sounding. Heck, it 6:50 am.

So I rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes and tested real quick before I followed him out the door.

Last night we had decided that when he got home from his graveyard shift, we'd hit the breakfast Delta was putting on for Independence Day.

They were just starting to assemble everything as we got there, but the food was hot and ready.

We walked up to pay for our breakfasts.

"Hey guys, it's five dollars for adults and four dollars for kids." He said looking at the two of us.

"Well I'm the kid and she's the adult so here's 10 dollars. Keep the change." Grandpa said giving me a cheeky grin.

The man had already pulled out a dollar change and was trying to hand it to Grandpa. This is when I finally spoke up. "I am 19 and a sophomore in college, does that count as being an adult?"

He looked at me like I'd sprouted a set of whiskers. I just smiled at him before Grandpa and I turned to get our breakfasts.

He mumbled, "I guess that would qualify you." before he slipped the dollar back in the tray with a slight flush.

I'm starting to wonder if I'll be 40 before people actually think I'm even 18. It has been a couple of years since I was handed a 10 and under menu.


{Edit: Like Grandma Specht emailed me, I am enjoying this. haha, I just found it quite funny and had to share.}


Anonymous said...

No matter how old my kids get, they will always be my babies.

Anonymous said...

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