“May I get you something to drink, sir?” the server asked.
The man looked up at him, eyes bloodshot.
“Perhaps…a seltzer water?”
The man switched his gaze to the wall. “I’m going to be a father,” he said.
“Um, oh, that’s um great! So—”
“I’m going to be a father, dammit!” He pounded a fist on the table, and then fell into sobs. The server didn’t know what to do with a grown man crying on the tablecloths he had worked so hard to get stains out of the night before, so he went to get him a seltzer water.
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