We were enjoying an early dinner at Brax Landing, a fairly swanky restaurant overlooking the Saquatucket Harbor in Cape Cod, when a woman and a young boy were seated behind us.
A server approached them and asked for a drink order. The woman ordered a drink for herself and a Shirley Temple for her son.
They began to chat, as mothers and 6-year-olds do. But we didn’t eavesdrop.
The drinks arrived, and once the server had left the table, I heard their glasses clink. And then the woman says, (with a Boston accent), “Cheers to you buddy! Congratulations on being a first grader!”
We silently picked up our own drinks and toasted as well.
Sometimes eavesdropping has its rewards.