A misunderstanding at Texas Roadhouse led to my being named
a “Local Hero.”
The restaurant manager, Joel, presented himself at table side
as we were tying into a couple of Roadhouse steaks, medium rare. He seemed early – usually the manager waits until you’re sopping up the last
of your gravy before he drops by to ask the enthusiastic and leading question,
“Was everything delicious tonight?”
“Are you former military?” Joel asked. My first thought was
that my carry might be showing. “Excuse me?” I said, rearranging my sweatshirt.
“Your hat. I noticed your hat and thought you might be
former military.” He pointed to my ball cap, olive drab with a large blue/gold
Indiana state flag patch. He said he thought I might be Indiana National
Guard.
“Military, yes. But Marine Corps,” I said. “Tonight I’m just
showing some Hoosier pride.”
