One thing I loved about Alice was that she was so opinionated. You would think that in the diner she would be less opinionated – so as not to offend anyone. But that wasn’t the case. It didn’t matter what you were discussing, you knew how she felt about it.
And, somehow, people didn’t feel threatened or challenged when she did it. Sure, there were some lively discussions when patrons had opposing views, but you could always tell by their tip that they were thankful for the discussion instead of angry. Not everyone can pull that off like Alice did.
I recall a few times where the patron left without leaving a tip, but those were usually the ones that were looking for a reason not to tip anyway. And Alice didn’t care. She would rather state what she really felt than kowtow for a good tip.
I remember that one time when she was going on about how the mayor had time to attend charity golf tournaments – that was the story in the paper that day – but he didn’t seem to have time to fulfill his campaign promise to clean up Fairmont Park. She had no idea until he was leaving that the man worked in the mayor’s office. I laughed so hard. I tell you what, though. The park cleanup started the next week.
I sure will miss her.
(This is part 15 of 26 of the story What Happened to Alice. To see the full listing click here.)