Broken Hallelujah

Don't You Hate Bad [Slow] Service?


I had planned to meet my sister and a couple of friends for breakfast this morning, like we usually do each week. At the same place we've eaten for the past few years. And we go early to have enough time to enjoy each other's company before we have to be to work, etc. So, we meet, we order, and I wait. After 30 minutes and still no breakfast, I go to see if there's a problem. Because we're usually served in about 15 minutes. "No, sorry, we'll have it to you soon, ma'am." Okay, fine. After another 15 or 20 minutes, I check again. My waitress says, "We're almost ready with your orders." So I say, "Please just put mine in a to-go box." And another 10 minutes pass and still no breakfast. Damnit. I tell my friends I need to go and tell the waitress on the way out I'm leaving. Still hungry, I stop by Bruegger's Bagels on the way and grab me some fresh ones. Should have gone there in the first place.



Shirl Got A Massage


Shirl visited the toniest day spa in her area and had a full-body massage. And you can't swing a dead cat here in Asheville, NC, without hitting a massage therapist, so I wonder why I've never gotten myself one. One girl I used to work with talked about getting deep tissue massages. So it all sounds very technical now and the demand is higher than ever for them. Maybe I should treat myself someday soon.