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Rebecca is one of the sweetest people I've ever known. And I think there
are few people in this world who are better at their jobs than she is at hers.
I arrived at Red Robin this evening and was pleased to see that she
was working. Quickly I arrived at a decision of Oriental Chicken Salad
and strawberry lemonade. Rebecca brought me the lemonade, and when
the salad was ready, she brought it along with a glass of Dr Pepper.
Why would she do that? Why is that significant?
A few visits back, on a night when, to my disappointment, she did not
appear to be working, I'd had a Dr Pepper with my Bleu Ribbon Burger.
Near the end of my meal, Rebecca arrived at work and apparently saw
me from afar and noticed my order. She came by my table and mentioned
it to me, and apologized for perhaps having been pushing the lemonade
on me against my will. (While it is true that she always brings it to me
without my ordering it, that has never struck me as a burden I had to bear.)
So tonight, setting the DP on my table, she said "I know you were just being
nice". As I mentioned to her later, while I do vary my drink selection from
time to time, I'm always glad to drink the lemonade that she so personably
brings.
I've been feeling depressed for the last month or so. I feel guilty about that,
because I am so lucky to have Edward in my life. Nonetheless, it's helpful
to have such a beautiful and radiant visitor to my life on occasion, personified
in her warm smile and gentle voice. In these days of tumult in the world, I
would wish that there were more Edwards and Rebeccas in it.
P.S. I'm happy to say that Rebecca was also the first person I asked for
an Amaretto Sour after I was introduced to that comforting drink by
Ouroboros in Las Vegas. There was a slight defect – it was served on the rocks – and she insisted on getting me another one. She's like that.