One Thing

...I appreciate about my family, both immediate and extended, is their ability to be patient and compassionate regardless of the circumstances. The Tueller family, Grandview edition, for example. On Friday night, a simple invitation had been extended to me. "Jae, would you care to join us for some Thai at the Silver Spoon on Saturday?" I accepted the invitation. From the Tuellers' perspective, here's how that dinner engagement unfolded.

At around 5:40 or so, the Tuellers arrive at the Silver Spoon - located in an upper-middle class, family-oriented district in San Francisco - and are seated. Cousin Jae, despite living a mere two blocks from the restaurant, is nowhere to be seen. Orders are placed, friendly conversation with the Thai waitresses ensues, still no sign of Jae. Orders arrive - sticky rice, pa-nang chicken, etc., still no sign of Jae. Suddenly, through the restaurant window, a tall, bare-chested, sunburnt man is seen exiting a dark sedan across the street. He glances up and down the street, clothed only in flip flops and board shorts in the San Francisco fog. After a few moments' deliberation, he pulls a t-shirt and hoody on and scampers across the street towards the restaurant. Enter Cousin Jae.

Thank you, Tueller Family for a great dinner and a great, compassionate weekend!