Tony

This, surprisingly, has nothing to do with the Tonys. No. Not that.

No, I was thinking to myself about what my next post would be about and I realized it's been a while since I told you a story. A nice true story from my wonderful life.

So, I dug deep into the depths of my grey thinking matter and found just the story to tell you all.

The story of Tony.

It happened a few years ago, the week after my spring break. My fave cousins, Anna and Julia*, were here as it was their spring break. We had decided to go out to lunch, our families did, so they picked me up to school and we drove to Red Lobster.

Now here's what I can tell you about Red Lobster. They have really good biscuits.

That's about all I could say before this fated day. Now I can tell you that they have Tony.

So we arrived at the restaurant. Hungry, thirsty, a little bit excited to see each other in my cousins and I's case. We are seated and introduced to our waiter, a friendly fellow named Tony. Par normal restaurant standards, he took our drink orders. Now this is, in the story of Tony, his call to action. Or something.

Anna, Julia, and I get lemonade. There's nothing particularly special about it, we all suck it down like it's the first liquid we've seen in days. Being a good waiter Tony comes back and fills our glasses back up.

And that's when it gets weird.

Because every time he passed by since then, he filled our lemonade.

After that first gulp I never got the drink down past halfway. Heck, at one point he filled my glass, I took a drink, and he freaking filled it again!

I don't know what he learned in his training, maybe he was told that the costumer should never have to ask for a refill and he just took it to heart and soul. But I swear, if I would have managed to drink the whole glass, Tony would have dropped dead.

To make matters worse, we happened to have an inside joke about a Tony.** So Julia was reciting it, drawling out his name right as he walked past. He didn't say anything about it, or react in any other way than filling our glasses.

It got to the point that every time he walked past, we all pretended to be taking a really long drink. Which worked up until the point where he just stood there waiting.

So here I am, about to burst from to much lemonade consummation, and I'm taking a ridiculously long drink. Tony is just standing next to me holding the pitcher of lemonade and staring at me. So I hold his gaze, willing him to leave, and he just stands there. Finally I gave up the charade (because I needed to breath) and put down the glass. He filled it and moved on.

Really, in conclusion, I didn't finish my food because I was too full of lemonade.

I suppose he's the best service I'll ever have. I think of him often, normally when I'm staring at my empty cup of soda wishing for a refill.

*These are the cousins that I build legos with and stuff. They're really awesome
**The joke involves a garbage disposal being mistaken for a lemur named Tony...you'd of had to been there...