Imagine dining in a restaurant and overhearing someone's waitress say to their table.

My nickname, since I was a little girl, has been little Yeti.

Her table had apparently been talking Bigfoot when she walked by.

Wait, what?

One of her customers asked as she was headed down the drink station.

Their waitress turned back at them and smiled.

I'll be right back.

After a few minutes of which probably seemed like an eternity to those people,

Little Yeti returned to their table.

"'What did you mean?' asked one of the men at the table.

"'Have you ever seen a bigfoot around here?'

"'I sure have,' she said many times.

"'In part, that's how I got my nickname.

"'I've sort of grown up with them.'

"'The three people at the table just looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces.

She continued.

One morning when I was younger, I looked out the window of our family cabin as my uncle was outside playing with his two dogs.

It was about then that he noticed they were nowhere in sight. After repeatedly calling their names and also looking behind the cabin, he spotted them cowering under his pickup truck in the driveway. He called to them, but they wouldn't even look at him. What's going on? He wondered out loud. And then he noticed the direction they were looking

was to the trees less than 50 yards directly behind him. At this point, everyone at my table

continued to eavesdrop on the conversation as their waitress paused for a moment and just

looked at each other for her customers. Everyone at my table continued to

eavesdrop on this conversation as their waitress paused for a moment and just looked at each of her

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