We have adopted a restaurant.
Typically you would adopt a child or a pet; a restaurant is a bit strange.
We like to eat light in the evenings; we like coffee and bagels in the morning. We found a place that allows us to do both; so, we tend to stop in often. This has allowed us to get to know several of the employees and managers on a first name basis.
They treat us like family and we return the compliment.
Last night we stopped in for a bowl of soup. Yolanda, Denise and Dave all came out to check on us and to chitchat a bit. We traded stories of how our day had gone, laughed at a joke and swapped genuine smiles.
They tell us that we’re a bright spot in their day.
Isn’t this supposed to be how we live?