A couple of years ago, my wife and I were being seated at a table in Jim's Steak and Spaghetti House, and Phyllis Elkins was our waitress. As she poured our water and arranged the tray of crackers in the same way she has done daily for six decades, she said: "I'll be right back with the menus."
My reply? "We don't need menus. We come here just for the water and the crackers."
Ms. Elkins didn't miss a beat. She paused slightly, then smiled politely and kept on walkin' toward that menu rack.
On the inside, though, she was thinking: "Crack a joke I haven't heard before, kid."
Thursday, after 60--yes, I said sixty--years of waitressing at Jim's, Ms. Elkins hung up her white apron and retired.
Tips aren't as good in retirement, but the hours are better. Enjoy life, Ms. Elkins. ...And thanks.