Hubs and I spent the end of the summer at the Jersey shore.

It's fun for us to stay at the beach instead of in San Antonio, where the August heat is incredibly unforgiving.

So, we stroll into a cute local breakfast café in Point Pleasant, New Jersey.

It's our 3rd visit to the restaurant in a week.

[RELATED: FREE GUIDE: HOW TO SPEAK IN SOUND BITES SO PEOPLE WANT TO BUY FROM YOU. CLICK HERE TO ACCESS IT NOW]

We’re practically "regulars." The workers recognize us.

We like them…and the fact that there are no breakfast tacos. Nope.

In Jersey, we get pork roll, egg and cheese sandwiches, and bagels with a schmear.

As we're paying the check, the woman we've seen every day behind the counter strikes up a friendly conversation.

I tell her we love the place.

I curiously ask if she's the owner.

Her response floors us.

"Oh, no, I'm just the manager," she says with downcast eyes and a slight chuckle.

Hubs and I quickly glare at one another.

At the same time, we say:...