I hadn't seen my baby sister in years. We had a family fallout and we just lost contact.
About three years ago, we finally got back in contact.
She got married. Had two very young babies.
I bought a plane ticket, booked a hotel and rental car.
And there she was. My baby sister. We hugged it out. We cried together.
We decided to go out for dinner.....my treat, of course.
But, she didn't want her husband and kids to come along.
Anyway, we're sitting in Applebee's.
And we're talking about mom and dad and everything in between.
I'm looking down into my menu.
She stopped talking.
I look up and she has a very mean look on her face. Very angry look.
But she's not looking at me.
She's staring down an old white dude eating alone.
Me: "What's the matter? Did he look at you wrong?"
Sister: "No. I just don't like the way he look, period!"
Me (thinking I just made the biggest mistake visiting her ass):


