Where's my discount?

Yesterday our visiting son Max and I had breakfast at a restaurant that overlooks Shasta Lake. Pretty setting. Even though the lake is less than half full the views from our table were outstanding.

Max had p-cakes, sausage and eggs. Bob scarfed down bacon, country potatoes, sunny side up eggs and an English muffin. We both had Bloody Mary's (with salt around the rim of the glass?) to wash down breakfast.

We finish eating. The waitress brings the check. I glance at it and ask, "I don't see any discount. There should be one?"

Waitress: I didn't realize that you qualify for a discount.

Me: As a matter of fact we both do. You see, the two of us were just married under the same sex marriage law in Maine and we're on our honeymoon. Don't you think that qualifies for a discount?

Waitress with blank look on her face as if she's thinking, "Huh?"

Waitress: I'll have to check with the manager. Be right back.

Max and I both smiled at each other. Before Max could say anything I placed enough cash to satisfy what we had consumed along with a nice tip on the table and left before the waitress returned with the answer to my request. Before leaving I had written on the check, "Sorry. Could not wait any longer. We just had to get back to our hotel room."

I love rattling the cage of the Cowtown establishment.