Being an optimist, never do I allow anything to destroy my day or get me down.

I have always given people the benefit of a doubt and believe there is some good in everyone. Being a Christian, I strive to keep a positive mind set toward anything in life.

But the other day as I was traveling back home in the early morning, I realized that I was hungry and could sure use a good breakfast — something like grits, eggs and the works. In fact, I had already pictured the plate with my over easy eggs.

Oh, and I really needed a good cup of smooth coffee to help me keep awake until I got off the road. As I drove a little further I noticed that familiar yellow sign that was the perfect place for what I was craving.

As I pulled into that perfect place, I noticed from the parking lot that the restaurant looked extremely full and busy, but that didn’t stop me from proceeding in because I had my mind made up.

I would wait any amount of time for that good home-cooked breakfast, even though I had passed a faster food place to get to where I was.

So as I entered the place, I was greeted by a hostess, which I thought was odd, and was told there would be a wait. I told the hostess, that’s OK as I noticed that there was a party of three just before me and it should not be a long wait. As I sat and waited, others came in and decided to wait also.

As I continued to sit I noticed the party in front of me get their table.

Then, as another table came available and I knew I would be next, I noticed that the hostess seated the party that came after me.

I begin to wonder, what is going on. OK, I’m not sure what just happened, so I convinced myself, just wait because you really need that home-cooked breakfast right now and home was hours away.

So then, I noticed that the hostess had seated the other party, that came after me, and I was left still waiting. At this point, my stomach is growling and my mouth is watering for that breakfast. So I asked the hostess, what the problem was. Although I was trying to see some good in what just had happened, I couldn’t.

From the beginning I thought it was odd to have a hostess since I had eaten in this restaurant in several states through the years and never seen one. I thought maybe she was brought in to keep the peace so that people could be seated as they come in.

I knew through the years, it was a first-come, first-served kind of place.

Anyway, as I talked with the hostess, she said I wasn’t seated before the other party because I was a party of one and they were a party of more than one.

So, I thought what’s the difference? I thought how inconsiderate this hostess is.

I couldn’t help it that I was traveling alone. Then it dawned on me. I said to myself, get real.

First of all, look around you. I noticed that the restaurant was 95 percent of one race and the only 5 percent was my race — a couple, a young gentleman and a younger boy sitting over in a corner area.