So there I was slinging hash and hustling drinks last night when one of my co-workers came up to me and said, “Do you have a blog?”
Damn, I’d been spotted---again.
I rarely talk about the blog in work situations---the restaurant is no exception---so when she asked me that question I knew someone out on the floor knew me.
The pleasant surprise is that I had been spotted by the infamous “Chicago Pop” of Hyde Park Progress fame.
He was taking a meal with his lovely wife and spotted yours truly dealing with a table of 4 adults and 4 small children.
In the interest of disclosure, Chicago Pop and I had previously been in touch and I invited him to come into the restaurant so we could meet.
I also sent him a picture.
Asking the man to identify me by the fact that I’m a tall, substantial, black woman is like me trying to find the “smart kid” at the University of Chicago.
I had to give the man something to go on.
Since that was some time ago, it was great to finally meet one of the people behind HPP.
Mrs. Chicago Pop was a hoot and a holler as well.
Unfortunately we didn’t have much time to chat as people seem to want their drinks in a timely manner on a warm Saturday night.
I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again in the near future.
God be willing there will be plenty of time to talk.
‘Cause there’s certainly is a lot to talk about.