I am a student and part-time waitress in Chicago. Growing up, I was used to words such as "Don't talk to strangers". As a result, I don't talk to unknown people at work except taking orders.
One night, a little old man, probably in his eighties, came in. I took his order and went on my way. But I noticed that he came in week after week. Slowly, I began having short conversations with my new guest, whose name was Mr Rodgers, but he insisted that I call him Don. I learned that he and his wife had gone to dinner and a movie every Saturday. Since she had died, he carried on the tradition alone. I began looking forward to him coming in and telling me his movie reviews.
As the weeks went on I began to sit and really talk with Don. We talked about his wife, his days and his son. Eventually, we began to talk about my dreams and studies.
Since meeting Don, I have learned that strangers can become friends and that life can be much more enjoyable if I make friendly conversations. After all, I became more than just his waitress. I became his friend, too.
