Service with a smile
I sat in a booth at a diner today waiting to be served, thinking a cup of coffee, juice and an omelet might well save my life which was slipping away rapidly. No help was on the horizon because the wait help were in private conversation, So, I did the only thing a woman of a certain age can do to get attention.... I took out my pen and note pad and pretended to take notes. Within one minute I had a waiter at my elbow, admiring the holographic frog and leaf and lone figure on my notebook from Comic-Con. Okay, so I cheated – the second best way to get a teenage boys attention is to whip out some sci-fi hokum.
This led to a dissection of the first episode of Fringe, we agreed that the father-son dynamic was good but could be pushed into sulky mode very easily, that the show was reminiscent of X-Files before that died and wasn't given a decent burial, and we both looked forward to more interaction with the dead boyfriend/agent.
A love of sci-fi levels the field of communication for people who have nothing else in common except the willingness to expose their inner geek.
