# Thought about Dad the other day **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [October 25, 2012, 8:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/thought-about-dad-the-other-day/638863 "2012-10-25T20:19:25Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 2\ **Page:** 1
**Author:** ![Rocketeer](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/rocketeer/32/4437_2.png) [@Rocketeer](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Rocketeer)\ **Post date:** [October 25, 2012, 8:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/thought-about-dad-the-other-day/638863/1 "2012-10-25T20:19:25Z")
Monday I had some time to kill before a meeting started, so I wandered downstairs to the cafeteria. The kitchen wasn’t open yet, but I was able to get a Dr Pepper out of a vending machine, and I sat down at a table. A woman, maybe late fifties, stoutish, hairdo, who worked there was setting out the plasticware in preparation for opening. I asked her if I could get a paper cup; she took me back into the closed area and got me a cup, and, seeing that I had a can of pop, got me some ice too. She said that ordinarily she’d have to charge me for the cup, but to forget it. Her voice was hoarse, a smoker’s voice. She called me “Hon”. I sat there drinking my soda and thought of Dad. He used to get a kick out of whiskey-voiced waitresses who called him Hon. There was a local steakhouse, Andy’s Diner, built from old railcars. All the waitresses there were seasoned pros who called you Hon. He loved that place. Miss ya, Dad. ---
**Author:** ![drpepper](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/8baadc/32.png) [@drpepper](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/drpepper)\ **Post date:** [October 25, 2012, 11:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/thought-about-dad-the-other-day/638863/2 "2012-10-25T23:02:31Z")
Love stories like this. Sounds like Dad was an observer of the human condition. It wasn’t very often that I heard my dad comment on anyone like that, so the few times he did it was memorable.