My grandparents just wanted a perfect wedding that never happened. After 53 years, they were finally going to get their chance… until my aunt decided her daughter’s car was more important than their dreams and stole their wedding fund. But nothing could’ve prepared her for what came next.
I grew up hearing the story of how Grandma Elda and Grandpa Varn met. She was working the morning shift at Rosie’s Diner, juggling three plates and a fresh pot of coffee. He was at a corner table, reading a book. When she leaned over to refill his cup, her elbow bumped the pot, and hot coffee splashed on his lap.
She stood frozen, coffee pot in hand, watching the dark stain spread across his pants.
“I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I’ll pay for the cleaning. I’ll…”He looked up and smiled. Not a fake smile people give when they’re mad. A real one.
“Here’s the deal,” he said, wiping his hands on a napkin. “If you still give me good service after this mess, I’ll leave you the biggest tip you’ve ever seen.”She blinked. “That’s it? You’re not mad?”
“Sweetheart, life’s too short to be mad about coffee.”
She bit her lip, then said something that surprised them both. “If you still leave me a tip after I ruined your pants, I’ll marry you.”