Papa's Place

I’m sure any of you that have been around me much since I changed jobs have heard me say that every time I go out to I-65 and turn South instead of North I get a smile on my face.  I’ve said this many times and don’t intend to slight any of my friends and family that live North of us.  I do very much enjoy traveling North for opportunities to visit with you.  However the times like I am about to tell you about just can’t not be duplicated in the stress-filled environment of my old sales territory.

Following is how the story unfolds:  Tuesday I traveled to North Vernon, a southern Indiana town about the size of Lowell, to meet with a customer to tour their foundry and survey their needs for some new equipment.  We had a good meeting and I learned a lot about his needs that we will be able to help him with.  I ended our meeting at around 11:15 with an offer to take him to lunch, but he took a rain check and said maybe next time.  I decided to drive back into the old downtown area to see if I could find a local place to eat.  Like many small towns the downtown area had a lot of vacant store fronts and not a lot of activity but I did see several cars parked in one area of the downtown as well as a couple people entering an old building on the corner.  It was the Hoosier Street Grill.  I decided why not, I’ll give them a try.  The two adjoining storefronts were old but clean and nicely decorated with local pictures, a few antiques sitting around and an old projection type TV sitting in one of the showroom windows facing the diners with CNN playing.  The waitress was rather busy covering the 20-25 tables, which were probably about 2/3 full, by herself.  She handed me the two page menu that had sandwiches on one page and all you can eat daily specials on the other.  Tuesday was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn and biscuits.  My order was simple “I’ll have the special”  It wasn’t long before I had a platter with half a chicken on it with all the fixins and yes it was good home cooking.

So…I’m done eating and taking a few minutes to check email on my phone when the waitress, whom by now I am suspecting is the owner, comes to see if I need anything more to eat.  I tell her no I’m fine and compliment her on the food.  She says “It’s $7.00 and you can leave the money on the table or when you’re ready just bring it over to the counter in the adjoining room.  As she is walking away I stretch out and go to reach into my pocket to get my money out saying “$7.00 I’ll see if I have that much” only then realizing that I don’t have my money clip.  With nothing to leave on the table I go next door to the counter and tell her “You know I was kidding when I said I’ll see if I have that much, but guess what I don’t.  I must have left my money clip on the table at home.”  She immediately follows with “Oh that’s OK just bring it in later”  I say “No, do you take credit cards?”  Again she says “just bring it in later.”  I say “I’ve got a $100. bill rat-holed in my wallet if you can break that.”  She says “I can break it but you don’t have to pay now if you don’t want to, just bring it in later”  I dig my rat-holed money out and happily pay her thinking to myself, that’s why I love this new job and the places that it takes me.  Life is still good in small town America.

On a side note:  I went to Wikipedia to see how North Vernon compared in size to Lowell and see that the Mayor of North Vernon is Harold “Soup” Campbell.  I’m thinking that with a mayor like that how can the restaurants in town not be M'm! M'm! Good! M'm! M'm! Good!,