Do I know you?

Honestly,

  think about it.

How are we supposed to know anyone?

You have to spend sometime together.

Learn each other's sense of humor.

Case in point,

  I have an interesting group of friends.

I was raised in California and Arizona.

Somehow,

  some of my best friends wound up being from Maine and Louisiana.

      (Wow.  I actually spelled Louisiana correctly.)

Anyway,

  one Sunday,

  while in the process of recovery,

  the decision is made to go out to breakfast.

It is Father's Day.

I work in restaurants.

I want no part in this.

Needless to say,

  I am dragged along.

Picture a chain coffee shop,

  dealing with the overload.

Finally,

  we are seated,

    and we have a cup of coffee.

Just as the server comes to the table,

  one of my friends look across the table,

    and says,

       "Why of all days, did you decide to tell me you are not my father?"

Now picture this.

Three white boys, and a darker gentleman from Louisiana.

The server turned around,

  and returned about twenty minutes later.

During the wait,

 one of the other friends from the Northeast,

   walked over to the coffee brewer,

     and refilled our mugs,

       as well as a few others.

The server was watching at the time.

When we left,

  she was smiling at us.

Her other tables seemed to tip quite well.

After all,

  look at what we put her through?

Of course,

  they didn't know us.