Lunch was very stressful. Denny's was busy but I had an hour so there really wasn't any rush on my part. Instead of one of the usual waitresses, this woman who's always slow and distracted ended up waiting on my table. Note that I had a table instead of a booth. I like booths even if I can be too fat for them.
Blondie, as I'll refer to her, took the order and ten minutes later I had my coke, no ice. "Sin hielo" for those of latin descent who frequent here. I'm sure Jaybird feels like he's reading Dora the Explorer's online journal if Jaybird is reading it. She gave me the most disgusting straw from her apron. I never saw her again except when she dropped off my tab.
Seems that Blondie stole the table out of the usual waitress who handles me and was going to get the tip even though it's not her table. Yet the usual waitress ended up waiting on me the entire time much to her annoyance.
What's a fat man to do? I tipped the usual waitress five bucks and gave a little under 15% to Blondie. Blondie's not my favorite person at Denny's anyway because she's been the reason why I've been late returning to work from lunch on a few occasions.
Ananda: How are we to conduct ourselves, Lord, with regard to womankind?
Buddha: Don't see them Ananda.
Ananda: But if we should see them, what are we to do?
Buddha: Abstain from speech, Ananda.
Ananda: But if they should speak to us, Lord, what are we to do?
Buddha: Keep wide awake, Ananda.