Nora Ephron died yesterday.
She will be remembered an accomplished author, filmmaker, mother, feminist, activist, and as someone who lead the sort of kickass life we all dream about.
And while her legacy is grand by any standards, I will always remember her as the lady who once told me I had “a great laugh”-- a compliment delivered the day I waited on her table. When she saw another customer being rude to me, she pulled me aside and suggested I pour salt in his coffee; “If you are concerned about getting in trouble, don’t worry, I’ll do it for you.”
As I read her obituary this morning, I could not help but chuckle to myself when I reading this passage:
I haven’t waited tables in ten years but now I feel like applying for the job just so I can pour salt in some asshole's coffee.
Ms. Ephron, you will be missed.