Bonner

Y’all, I have a story. You will not believe it. Well, maybe my bestie will because she hears them all...

Backstory...I am working at the Village today. Whenever/wherever a warm body is needed, I am there. Generally no rhyme or reason to which location I work. 

In walks a gentleman. While exchanging pleasantries I hear Southern. Where do you call home? Dallas. Bryan/College Station for me. High five. (I really should break the high five habit.) Anyway, for some random reason I tell him I lived in Fairfield 18 years. Glasses in hand, he points them at me. I am a Bonner, he tells me. GET OUT! Seriously? Indeed, he is a Bonner. 

We pick apart the family tree. It was like a family reunion, and I am not even related. 

He is a Baylor Bear 🐻. Bless his heart, he does not know any better, but I did not tell him he is misguided. 👍😉

I snapped a pic, with his permission to post. 

This is one of many reasons I love my job. I never know who will walk through the door.