I was doing my Granny run and making good time, so when I got there I was more than ready for my cup of coffee. I went in, inhaling the delightful smell of apple pie, and found a nice table.
I saw the waitress seeing me, but she didn't come to take my order. I waited, and I waited some more, and I began to get quite annoyed! I don't like being ignored. If I want that feeling I can go and talk to my husband!
Just when I was about to speak up, and make my presence known the waitress arrived with a hot cup of coffee and a friendly smile.
'Here you go!' she said sweetly. 'You always have a cup of coffee, don't you!'
I stammered a thank you, and was very pleased: they know me at Granny's!
The wonders and rewards of running never cease to amaze me!
Next time I'm going to run to MacDonalds, so théy can get to know me too! Can you imagine just walking in there, sitting down, and then, like magic, being presented with a Big Mac?!