Happy Sunday my Lovelies!
* Steps up to the mic, clears throat*
Excuse me everyone. Can I have your attention please?
As is the norm on my weekends, I have had yet another encounter with John Q. Public that I have found disturbing and a bit irritating. So at breakfast yesterday at Frank’s (anyone who has lived in Houston for any amount of time knows about Frank’s!), the new one on Westheimer between Kirkwood and Dairy Ashford, I ordered my usual; sausage and cheese omelet, half grits, half hash browns and biscuits.
Yes, I ordered it! I was hungry and it was 10:30 am and over 14 hours since I had eaten last, so there! So when our order came the waitress unceremoniously announced that they ran out of biscuits and asked did I want anything else… First off, how do you even run out of biscuits at 10:30 in the morning? Secondly, how is it in the 20-25 minutes between when you took my order and when you brought it, you had no idea that there were no biscuits? I waited tables for several years and I always checked with the kitchen when I put an order in to make sure everything was on dock. Thirdly, lady if I wanted something else then I would have ordered just that. Yes, I was feeling a little pissy, it couldn’t be avoided. I had been dieting all week and Saturday is my break day. Sorry…
Ok, so next on the list of Saturday morning irritants: The tables are a little close together, which is fine. The more tables, the more patrons; the more patrons the higher the profit margin. I’m cool with that, do what you do and make your money! But what grinds my gears is when people are passing by you and their behinds are hovering over my damn plate! When your backside brushes my plate, at least have the decency to say “Pardon me” or “Excuse me”! I don’t want your butt chips on my omelet, in my coffee or dribbled over my hash browns!
I am stepping off my soap box now and putting the mic down. Thank you and have a nice day. LMAO @ myself!!!
Blessings and Happiness