Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thanks For The Ten Bucks, Now How Do I Know You Again?
My dad, before he became a missionary, was a surgeon in the town I currently live in. He died during a business trip while we were overseas, so this could be construed as him dying for the lord.
Apparently he was well liked (I was very young when he passed so I don't really remember), so I have people asking if I am 'Kara Hoag' all the time. Most of these people I do not know. Also, most of these people do not tell me who they are. I am just supposed to recognize someone who knew my father or knew me when I was in middle school.
Last night I served a table of ladies who apparently ALL knew me. They asked if I was Kara, and I responded 'yes'. I mean I am, so that seems like the appropriate response. They all clucked and cooed at me like I was a precious child to them, and I responded by asking for they drink order. I just wanted to serve them and get on with my night, not spend two hours trying to figure out just who the hell they were!
I wonder if they would have left me as good of a tip if they knew I didn't go to church?...