as i was leaving the Mexican restaurant, the waiter thanked me and then he said something that completely threw me off. He said “happy father’s day.” And I was shocked. Totally shocked.

you see, I have been fatherless since July of 1994. And I have never been a father. I forget that some people are fathers and other people still have fathers. And sometimes both at the same time.

i think the waiter was telling me something i needed to hear. but i’m not quite sure why. was he reminding me to think of my father? or was he sorry for me that i was spending fathers day dinner eating enchiladas verdes at Mexican restaurant all by myself?

it made me take stock of my life for all of 15 seconds before i decided it was all too much to take stock of and i really was not in the mood.