Yesterday, my son, Big A, learned that he passed his “personality test” at The Bonefish Grill. (Does that means that they have determined that he actually has one!?)
He went to orientation at 12:30. About an hour later, he came back and said that he had to be at work tonight at 5:30!
Yabba, dabba do!
Some might say “Yeah, but he is busing tables.”
My response to them would be two-fold: “You have to start somewhere and it sure beats sitting around on your parents couch all summer!”
Just get the car moving and then he can figure out how to steer it!
