My Friend 

One of my childhood friends is a two time grandmother. She is perhaps the most un-grandmotherly, grandmother I have ever known, but that is another story. To insure there is no inadvertent throw back I will avoid using her name. Some of you will know that I am talking about Lynn.  Opps!  Oh well,  this is a story about my friend Lynn.

Lynn's son and his wife took a trip to South America so she and Tom babysat the two little boys over the two weeks they were gone. Needless to say the energy level needed to sustain a job like that was more than they are used to. By the time the parents came home Lynn and Tom were exhausted.  To celebrate the completion of the mission, the four of us decided to have a night out at one of our favorite Sushi restaurants which has a really excellent happy hour menu.

Sandi was at work, Lynn and Tom picked me up so we could meet Sandi there.  We arrived 15 minutes ahead of Sandi, got our table and the three of us decided to order a round of drinks.  Ladies first of course so Lynn ordered.  She said to the waitress, "To start with, three shots of Neguri  Sake." Although Sandi is, I am not a fan of Neguri Sake. So I say to Lynn, "Oh, no Neguri for me..."  There was a pause as Lynn looked at me and said, "I wasn't ordering for you, the three shots are for me. You have to order for yourself."  

That's my friend Lynn. 

As you were,

Jay