After the game last night, Nicole and I went to the Chancery in the Wauwatosa village for a small bite and a beer. My parents were nice enough to take the kids overnight for our anniversary, and we relished the chance to be spontaneous. I wore my ML baseball hat to the restaurant. We had a nice waitress and as we wound down our meal, she asked if I coached at Milwaukee Lutheran. I answered in the affirmative, and then the blow came:
“Cool, I graduated from there in 2006.”
Ouch. It’s always nice to run into a fellow alum, but 2006? You have to be kidding me. We confessed to graduating in 1989, and she didn’t look surprised. We all had Mr. Heinkel for PE, but on the other hand, one of her favorites (Mr. Moesch) was a classmate of ours. In sharing this story with my friend Steve, he mentioned that I could have said “I’m almost old enough for you to be my daughter.”
To make the night odder, the pen given to me to sign the receipt was from our church. I pried a bit to get the pen-stealer’s name. I won’t disclose it here, but he will be confronted in church. J
