His tentacles were so shiny

I try very hard to be nice to servers in restaurants. I tip at least twenty percent, I strive to be organized, and I'm generally appreciative of their hard work. Sometimes, though, you get a strange server who tests your resolve. A few years ago, several of us, including Sarah, had one of the weirdest servers in my experience. After much hushed discussion, we concluded that he had to be an alien visiting various U.S. cities as part of an advance scouting team. We further surmised that his real body had many tentacles, and they were all shiny.

If you'd seen him, you would agree.

As any writer will tell you, it's all grist for the creative mill.

Now, go read Sarah's A Year in Prose post from yesterday.

That's my girl.