The next best, however, come from random ladies who shop at Albertsons and don't know squat about you.
It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was going in to work. Being the baby of the family there, and thus the easiest employee to tease, I was often subjected to good-natured joking about my age. This led to my shiny-bright newest age being an exaggeratedly big deal to all of us.The sun was warm, and my heart was happy as I crossed the parking lot, stepped in through the glass door and went to the entrance of the kitchen. I was met with uproarious jubilation and cheering, followed by Gary telling me he'd decided I was now old enough to roll the butter knives with the rest of the silverware. I grinned and gave jab for jab as I went to grab an apron.
"Any chance you brought those bananas?"
"Oooooohh!! Shoot! No, I completely forgot actually. Sorry, I guess I'll just have to figure out how to make it myself sometime."
Diane poked me, and rolled her eyes.
"Aw, but WE don't get any if you make it at home!"
"Well, maybe for your own birthday then! Buy your own bananas." Having finished tying my apron, I shot her a grin and picked up an order. She took advantage of my hands being full and untied my apron strings as I walked away, making it fall to the floor and giving me no option but to leave it there.
"You know my birthday is in ten months!!!" We both laughed.
The week before, my boss had told me about his favorite dessert; Banana Foster. I had never had it before, and he told me that if I brought the bananas, he would make it for me on my birthday. All of us were looking forward to it, but of course, I forgot. It was ok though. We could try again the next week.
Smiling, I greeted a couple sitting against the wall and handed them their breakfasts. They were regulars; I recognized their faces, but I hadn't ever spoken to them much. As I adjusted the flowers on their table, the gentleman commented;
"That sounded like quite the celebration in there! What's the occasion?"
"Oh," I blushed a little, "it's my birthday. I'm eighteen."
"I was hoping that was it," his wife giggled. "The only ideas we'd had were that it was your birthday, or you were engaged. But as you walked up, I realized you looked a little young to be engaged."
"Wow, eighteen is a big deal!" he smiled, "You doing anything special? Is there going to be cake?"
I laughed. "I'm not that into cake. I was supposed to bring bananas to work today so Patrick could make banana foster, but I forgot. I'll be having ice cream later today though, so that's probably plenty of sugar." We all laughed, and I went back to my cleaning and straightening.
Lunch rush was busy, and all the Saturday regulars came in; the three old ladies who liked the corner by the window, Mr. and Mrs. I-Really-Should-Know-Their-Name-By-Now who lived in Poland once, the gentleman who always ordered the "biggest latte you've got", and the little girl who had a bright new bow in her hair every week. We were kept busy, and customers flowed steadily in and out for about an hour. As things finally slowed down and the end of my shift got closer, I walked through the restaurant and spot cleaned a few tables. My thoughts began to wander to the evening's plans, and I checked the time, wondering if I might be able to leave early.
A bell on the front door rang, and I straightened up, prepared to greet the newcomer. To my surprise, it was the lady I had talked to that morning. She had changed, and was carrying some groceries. Grinning, she walked up and handed me one of the bags.
"You can't miss your eighteenth birthday dessert."
That was certainly unexpected. I gaped at her, and looked down at the bananas in my hands. Then I giggled. The surprise and delight of the situation slowly made it to my head, and I bent forward in breathless laughter. For whatever bizarre reason, tears came to my eyes, and I looked up again as we grinned at each other.
"We were grocery shopping in the area, so figured I would stop by again."
"Oh, my, word. Can I hug you?! You're the best!!"
I hugged her as Diane snuck up behind me and snatched the bananas, scurrying back to the kitchen, and announcing loudly that we were saved. As the boss-man got to work in the kitchen, the sweet lady left. I washed up and put my apron away, and we all set the coffee table with spoons and napkins for a much anticipated dessert and some accompanying laughter.
Never in my life have I had anything so delicious.