Dimples in Brentwood is one of our favorite Sunday destinations. Along with some friends, we're there every couple of weeks for lunch after church. With 6 of us to feed, Dimples gives us a lot of different choices from waffles and eggs to all kinds of great sandwiches. Rose works the register on Sundays and always says hello and knows my name (which they call when my food is ready). They can be busy on Sundays, just like they are every day of the week when the Maryland Farms folks stream in looking for lunch and soft serve ice cream.
A couple of weeks ago, we stood in line to order like always, going over our options, making sure the kids get the right drinks, generally testing Rose's patience with all of the different orders we have to make. After my wife and kids had moved on out of line to find an open table, I set about paying for lunch. Rose ran my debit card as usual and I searched the countertop for a pen to sign the receipt. She usually has a white pen with a black cap on it that she hands over to customers. On this Sunday, things had changed. Instead of offering over her pen, she motioned next to the register where a pen had been taped to a chain and secured to the register. Apparently, their pens had been walking away and now they resembled a bank counter without the deposit slips.