Two cases in point:
| We went to Finch’s for breakfast, and our waitress brought my two extra pieces of toast to me, saying, “Here you go, baby; she didn’t know you had an extra order,” referring to the other waitress who had brought out our food in her stead.
“Thanks,” I said, and then, “By the way, if someone’s looking for a ham and cheese omelet, I got it instead of the sausage and cheese one I ordered.” “Ha, ha, ha, ha,” she laughed as she walked away, stopping short of slapping her knee and saying, “Ain’t that a hoot.” |
Oh, newsflash about Finch’s: When we first went in, we didn’t notice the sanitation grade, which is an ongoing source of amusement (in a scary kind of way) with the place—it’s been as low as 72 and as high as 84 before.
When it got as high as 84, we made a comment about the improvement, and Ann, our favorite waitress who thought my ham omelet mix-up was so funny today (we really do like her), said, “Yeah, well, we’ve done everything we can now in terms of cleanliness, the rest has to be done with physical alterations to the place.”
Before Ann even got to our table, Robert ran back out to the main room where the information is posted and checked on it. 90!!! I looked down, and they had replaced the carpet, which was one of the “physical alterations” that needed to be done in order to raise the grade. Guess it worked.
| I bought 2G of memory for my camera at Target for $69.99.
We stopped at Best Buy to get Robert some RAM for his computer, and I saw the same camera memory there for $44.99, which I of course bought. Running back to Target, at customer service, I said, “This memory is $25 cheaper over at Best Buy.” “Yup,” she said, stopping short of saying, “Everyone who gets it here gets fucked over.” And while handing me my a copy of my credit slip, she said, “That’s why I get all my electronic stuff over there.” |
Being 05/06/07 today, at a little after 2:03AM, it was 02.03.04.05.06.07. And at a little after 8:09AM, it was 05.06.07.08.09.10.
Gotta love the obituaries. From today’s N&O…
| Did ya hear the one about… Ok, I think we all know what this nice phrase really means: “He never met a stranger, and spent seven wonderful years RVing with Carole, sharing the same jokes with new friends.” |
| No, this woman did not name her twins Pooh and Tigger. |
At around 5:00, I met Kevin (av8rdude) at Helios, where I completed my edit of Qiana’s IBM document, and he worked on his outstanding expense accounts for IBM.
As fortuitous as good fortune will be, at about 9:15, while waiting for the hour of 9:45 at which time I would meet Kevin (av8rdude) and Kurt at Flex, what beautiful delight such as one Kim Rothwell should join me at my coffee table, and eventually direct her car to pursue mine to the drag karaoke and free pool haven, otherwise know as Flex, on a Sunday night.
There, our foursome engaged in several partner games of pool—the winners not herein divulged, as it’s all about the journey and not the destination. Whatever.
Suffice it to say, that after three games of partners pool (Kim and me against Kevin and Kurt), the tiaras went to Kim and me, and then Miss Raleigh Wake County Queen of Pool proceeded to win three more games against me.
All in all, a good time was had by all. That’s a lot of “alls.” Mary Christmas to all, and to all a good night.