1. I have good news on my Aussie Shepherd Rescue application. I have received word that my references and past vet have come through with good reports and they will be conducting a home inspection soon. There is every likelihood that I could be united with my newest best friend by Christmas.
2. Bedlam had a kind of resident appreciation day last week: they handed out breakfast to people leaving the gates. I didn't have anywhere to go, but thought that sounded like a good idea, so I hopped in the car and grabbed breakfast at the "Out" gate and swung back into the "In".
3. As is usual when I return from Northlandia, a kind of melancholy settles in my bones and brains. It is a testament to my friends and family up there: they do such a great job of making me feel important.
4. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
Remember last week I'd mentioned that Side Trax in G-Burg had stiffed me my change? Well, it happened here in St. Pete at Red Robin at the Mall. I was due $16.18 in change and the waiter, Jordan, said he's didn't give me the $.18 cents in change. And did I want it? I said yes, I did and why didn't he give it to me. I also told him of my past experience and wondered what was going on. He said change came from his own coffer, not the restaurant's and he didn't have it. Well I told him I wanted it anyway and after the longest time he returned with a quarter. Now I;m no city guy. I'm just a country hick who was taught that if you pay for something you should expect change in return. I was also taught that you determined the tip, not the waiter or waitress. I was also taught that if you don't get your full change back then there has been some kind of theft occur. I had originally had a $5 dollar bill out there for his tip but after this exchange, like the one in G-Burg, I removed the 5 and replaced it with a 1. Frankly, I don't care for that kind of jackassery and if we are all of a sudden going to change the rules then I need a memo giving me the necessary instructions. I have always thought I was a generous tipper and hate leaving these people basically empty handed, but, dammit, what's going on?
2. Bedlam had a kind of resident appreciation day last week: they handed out breakfast to people leaving the gates. I didn't have anywhere to go, but thought that sounded like a good idea, so I hopped in the car and grabbed breakfast at the "Out" gate and swung back into the "In".
Bedlam is a crazy place, but bless their little hearts, danged if they aren't trying to be nice. They are also sponsoring a Christmas Toys For Tots and some kind of Shoebox for Seniors thing (I'm assuming items seniors need rather than their ashes).
3. As is usual when I return from Northlandia, a kind of melancholy settles in my bones and brains. It is a testament to my friends and family up there: they do such a great job of making me feel important.
4. ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
Remember last week I'd mentioned that Side Trax in G-Burg had stiffed me my change? Well, it happened here in St. Pete at Red Robin at the Mall. I was due $16.18 in change and the waiter, Jordan, said he's didn't give me the $.18 cents in change. And did I want it? I said yes, I did and why didn't he give it to me. I also told him of my past experience and wondered what was going on. He said change came from his own coffer, not the restaurant's and he didn't have it. Well I told him I wanted it anyway and after the longest time he returned with a quarter. Now I;m no city guy. I'm just a country hick who was taught that if you pay for something you should expect change in return. I was also taught that you determined the tip, not the waiter or waitress. I was also taught that if you don't get your full change back then there has been some kind of theft occur. I had originally had a $5 dollar bill out there for his tip but after this exchange, like the one in G-Burg, I removed the 5 and replaced it with a 1. Frankly, I don't care for that kind of jackassery and if we are all of a sudden going to change the rules then I need a memo giving me the necessary instructions. I have always thought I was a generous tipper and hate leaving these people basically empty handed, but, dammit, what's going on?
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