Gladys never liked putting people out and she often gave more presents than she received on any given holiday, but all her friends conspired to make her fiftieth a memorable one.
The party was catered and provided all her favorite foods. A professional DJ provided music from the 50s and 60s. On the gift table, sat one medium wrapped box with a blue ribbon. Wondering what was inside consumed her mind all evening.
When it was time to open her gift, she was beyond delighted. “Well, I haven’t seen one of these since I was a little girl.”
Everyone clapped and passed the gift around. Most people in the room didn’t have a clue as to what it was, but if Gladys loved it, they liked it.
Alexis cringed as the mother and son walked in and sat in her section. She knew the mother would be the customer from hell as soon as she pulled into the parking lot and flipped off the senior coffee club as they walked to their cars.
“It’s about time,” the mother said, looking at Alexis. She snatched the menus out of her hand and slammed one in front of her son.
Alexis smiled and tolerated the woman’s attitude. The little boy reminded her of her brother. She wanted to hurry the woman’s meal and get them out of her section, but also wanted to show the boy that not all women are rude like his mother.
As soon as their food came out, it was time for the mother’s drama show to begin. It was too hot, too cold, too spicy, not spicy enough, the wrong brand of sauce – you name it, she was not satisfied.
The boy accidentally spilled his milk and Alexis rushed over with a towel to wipe it up.
“Say you’re sorry!” the mother screamed.
With tears in his eyes, the boy whispered a contrite apology.
“I can’t hear you,” the mother yelled at the boy, making him cry harder. “You make more trouble than you’re worth.”
Alexis’s blood boiled as she walked away. How could that woman treat her own son that way! She walked over to the desert station and prepared a large hot fudge sundae with the works and walked back over the woman’s table.
The boy’s face lit as Alexis placed it down in front of him.
“Don’t I get one,” the mother snapped. “Don’t expect a tip from me.”
Alexis stared deadpan at the mother, leaned in, and said, “Listen here you remorseless impersonator of a mother. Keep your tip, I don’t need it. But I am giving a tip of my own… to the two police officers who just walked in.”
Alexis was never so happy as she was that day as she watched the mother take a swing at an officer and get arrested.
It started with a glance a chance meeting nothing more, nothing less yet it ignited a spark. Two souls longing, searching, dreaming for another to share sunrises and sunsets laughter and tears. Every morning a single rose petal by petal expression of their love. Never fading always pure a destined love that started with a glance.