From Our Family and Music Minister | One of the duties I inherited when I got my driver’s license was taking my grandmother on errands or appointments, especially if they were out of town. So one afternoon, after we had finished everything we had to do, Gammy wanted to try the new Ruby Tuesday that had opened in Tifton. The rest of the family decided to meet up with us, and I went in, asked for a table, and got a pager where they could notify me when our table was ready. And so it began. Not after every 5 minutes or so, but after every 1 to 2 minutes, my grandmother would ask me how much longer until we got a table. She even doubted my ability to understand how the restaurant pager worked. Finally, after a long 8 to 10 minute wait, she was ready to go elsewhere and let us know that she had never waited that long to be seated at a restaurant. My response to her was “Gammy, that is because you eat in Ashburn all the time where everyone knows you, and you get preferential treatment. Nobody knows you in Tifton, so you will have to wait like everybody else.” She did not find that comment very amusing, and it did not help that my dad couldn’t stop laughing.