Thought I'd share something that happened recently of the "Interesting Assumption" sort.
My husband and I (were) are quite active as volunteers in education at our local zoo, and also as mentors for our teen volunteers, acompanying them on many of their environmental and other community action events, as well as being their friends and role models. We are very close to, and very proud of, these kids. This past July, my husband died suddenly the morning after he turned 57. I held his memorial service at the zoo on what would have been our 26th anniversary and the kids turned out to help in force.
Following the service some of the kids approached me and asked if I would be willing to let them take me to dinner. I knew that they had all had to make arrangements with their parents to do this, and the family hadn't actually said anything about getting together afterward, so I agreed. There were about 20 of us, mostly dressed in somber black. One of the kids had made "reservations" at a local chain restaurant (that turns out not to take reservations, but, hey - he's a kid - we can lie about that, right?) It was too late to make other arrangements for 20 people, so we waited. After about 45 minutes they finally found enough tables to seat us. Not all together, they weren't prepared for that in spite of his "reservation", but at least we were all in the same vicinity of each other.
The kids were doing their best to keep my spirits up, reminiscing and telling stories, so there was some laughter. As I was admiring the locket they gave me with pictures of my husband and the two of us dancing together at one of the functions we chaperoned, the waiter comes over, takes one look and says "Wow! You guys are all having a great time, what're you celebrating?" After a pregnant pause, two of the kids chimed in simultaneously that "we're celebrating her husband" (indicating me). He looked at me puzzled, as I was the only adult present and obviously wasn't married to one of the kids. I smiled and explained that we'd just come from my husband's memorial service. And, the kids said "Yes. We're celebrating his life."
The poor guy looked like he'd just swallowed a frog. He stammered an apology and offered his condolences which I, of course, accepted. I have to say, after that we received probably the best service I've ever seen from this restaurant. As we were getting ready to leave he came over to offer his condolences again and he explained that he was really sorry if he'd caused me any pain - it was management policy that they were to ask what the celebration was when groups of people came in. He then said "I'm never asking tthat way again." And, I'll bet he doesn't.
BTW, the kids covered my dinner and tipped him well. Did I mention just how much those kids mean to me?