The four of us went to Jimmy Johns for lunch today. JJ's is our new alternative to Mickey D's ever since that picture of pink swirly foam has been circulating on Facebook. It really should't be so extraordinary to order a fast food sandwich with real vegetables AND real meat.
As is usual when dining with my kids, I was up from the table multiple times to fetch napkins and drinks, but this time there was a minor meltdown (mine) over a whole sandwich dropped on the floor - real meat and all - and multiple complaints (theirs) that the lemonade that didn't taste like lemonade.
I was already beginning to regret going out for lunch and began plotting mandatory afternoon quiet time when a serviceman walked in, wearing full fatigues. He was ordering lunch, just like everyone else, but the din of the restaurant and my rambunctious kids faded into an awareness that there were other single mothers who, if they had found themselves in my booth in that moment, would notice that serviceman and be reminded of the husband and father they had lost.
Choice takes on a whole new meaning for them, now doesn't it?
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