My husband and I stopped for coffee this morning while we waited for the repair shop to finish with his motorcycle. He was in the middle of telling me a story when my attention was (somewhat rudely on my part) drawn to the next table. Here's what went on:
Father: What can my son eat? He doesn't eat meat or eggs?
Waitress: No eggs at all?
Mother: No. And no meat or dairy.
Waitress: Umm, maybe the French toast? No, that has eggs. How about a sandwich?
Teen: Do you have sandwiches that don't have meat in them?
Waitress: Well, there's the BLT. Do you eat bacon?
Teen: No meat.
Waitress: But what about bacon?
Father: *sighs* Is the pancake batter made with milk or egg in it?
Waitress: I don't think so. I'll go check.
At this point, I begged my husband's forgiveness for ignoring him, and he wisely told me to go tell the kid what he could eat - knowing I wouldn't be able to concentrate until the poor child was properly fed. The parents looked so relieved to have someone who spoke their kid's language, and we quickly sorted his order, before the waitress even got back to inform them that yes, there are eggs in the pancakes.
Good deed for the day -- check!