A few secret agents were out to dinner Friday night at the oh-so-lovely Henry Public, discussing Ghost Busters, lady rockers, and philanthropy among other favorite topics. Our waiter was a truly adorable man, playfully sporting suspenders and a big smile. He was very patient with our strange requests, like "What do you get if you eat the fish eyeballs that come with the whole trout dinner special?" (Answer: a shot of whiskey.) So, we decided it was high time he got inducted into the society. His response was immediate. The next morning he wrote:
"When you gave me this opportunity, you definitely changed the course of my night and possibly more, I guess depending on where this endeavor takes me. I think pretty much right before I came over to your table I was telling my coworker that I needed to go to my acupuncturist. She asked if I was hurting, and I just said mentally, and then turned around and greeted your table with a smile. Starting with the "what if I eat the eye?" question, that smile started to become "my" smile, and not a work smile. Its always nice to have a group of people that remember what it is to go out and be with their friends and interact with the people around them as people too. So thanks! And then you dropped a hundred bucks on me with creativity as the goal and my brain spilled serotonin."
We're hoping that the spillage won't be BP-like, and instead be funneled strategically into helping people's lives feel easier and more creative, and the whole world a little kinder. Welcome to the family mister suspenders!