Joe was a long haul trucker who'd been driving coast-to-coast for twenty years. Joe had no wife or family, so he'd often end up driving over the holidays. He didn't mind; he knew that if he was on the road, someone else could be at home with their loved ones.
One Christmas morning, Joe pulled in to one of his favorite truck stops. Everyone there knew him, especially the morning server, Mavis. She and Joe had developed a remarkable friendship over the previous two decades. By his reckoning, Joe had spent more Christmas mornings with Mavis than with anyone else.
She greeted him warmly when he came in. "Merry Christmas, Joe! The usual, hon?"
"Merry Christmas to you, Mavis." Joe took off his trucker hat and sat down. "No, today I think I'd like to try something different. Can I get a menu, please?"
"Sure thing, Joe," Mavis said, utterly surprised. In twenty years, she'd never known him to order anything but bacon and eggs with white toast and black coffee. She handed him a menu and gave him a few minutes to look it over.
A few minutes later, he was ready to order. "I think I'd like to try the eggs Benedict. With orange juice, if that's all right."
"Of course," Mavis said. "I'll have it for you in a jiffy." And sure enough, just a few minutes later she brought him his new breakfast with English muffins, poached eggs, and hollandaise sauce, with hash browns on the side, all on a fancy chrome plate, with a tall glass of cold orange juice. Joe thanked her and began to eat.
Half an hour later, Joe had cleared his plate and was finishing off his second glass of orange juice. Mavis came by to check on him. "So, what do you think?"
"That was fantastic, Mavis. I can't believe I've never tried that before."
"I'm glad you liked it, Joe," she said with a smile.
"I did have one question, though," he continued. "What's with the big shiny plate?"
"Why, it's tradition, Joe," Mavis responded. "Don't you know there's no plate like chrome for the hollandaise?"