My daughter was once employed at Mary Brown's. This was her first summer job in St. John's, and we talked about the importance of good public relations, about being courteous and polite, etc. This story took place on a Sunday night during the second week in August. I remember it was like a dark fall night. It was raining heavily with high winds, the skies were very black, and I was feeling as bad as the weather. You see, the night before I had consumed a little too much alcohol. All throughout Sunday I was feeling absolutely terrible. I didn't have the energy to move. Putting food in my mouth wasn't a good idea. Later that evening I decided to visit my daughter at Mary Brown's. As I walked into the store, I noticed there were no other customers and that there was only one other person working with my daughter, who was on the cash and taking orders. We chatted for a moment, and then I contemplated on what I should order. Still feeling yucky, I ordered a small fries with gravy and paid for it in advance. Just then a lady walked into the store and was greeted by my daughter while I moved aside. The lady looked up at the menu and prices high on the wall. She chatted with my daughter about dark and white meat, and various combinations of fries and salads as well as prices of each. It went on and on and on. The next thing I heard was a bell and the words "Small fries and gravy!' I thought my daughter was about to pass me my order and let me be on my way. But no, they continued to discuss the menu and prices. Well, I wanted to eat my fries while they were hot. So I looked at my daughter and said in a fatherly tone, "Come on, my dear, give me my fries and let me go home." She quickly passed me my food and I left. I went home, ate my fries, and went to bed. The next morning I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast and feeling much better. Shortly after, my daughter came into the kitchen, laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She told me what had happened after I had left the store. That same lady, talking to my daughter, said, "Don't mind jerks like that, my dear; I get them where I work." Of course, my daughter looked up at her and said, "But that's my dad!' My daughter observed the lady turning red with embarassment and becoming very apologetic.   Submitted By: NULL