Oh, I wonder, wonder

Color me curious.

Is it just me, or has anyone else sent someone a Facebook friend request by mistake?

I'll never forget the time I opened my tablet and saw where so-and-so had accepted my friend request.  Not only could I not recall ever having done so, but this was/is someone I thoroughly dislike!

Unfortunately, over the years this has happened again and again.  More often than not, I don't even know these people!  So why did they accept my request?  And why am I all reluctant to hurt their feelings and unfriend them?

When you choose to dine out -- whether it's breakfast, a casual lunch or relaxing dinner -- what's most important to you?  The food, the service, the atmosphere?

Obviously, I think we'd like all 3.  But recent experiences make me vote for service.  Maybe it's my exaggerated appreciation for a certain menu item that keeps me wanting to return.  In spite of the poor service.  

We're hardly demanding types; I always say 'please', 'thank you' or, 'when you've a moment' ... and when possible, use our server's name.

We don't eat out often, but the last few times have been really disappointing.  Friday was the worst!  Servers were moving about like drugged snails, pointedly avoiding customers' eye contact.  Two couples up and walked out ... but darn it, I wanted my Poblano omelet!  It was near 30 minutes before our food arrived, and poor Tom was fit to be tied.  

Oh my, you should have seen his face when he asked our server, "Do you have straws?"
"Yes", she replied.  (1-100, 2-100, 3-100, 4-100, 5-100 ...)  Then, "Would you like one?

Do you ever feel like you could jump in and do someone else's job better?  Sorry.  I've never worked in food service and I'm pretty sure many days are thankless.  But it doesn't take a degree in psychology to pick up your feet, stick a smile on your face and practice empathy.   Fake it 'til you feel it.   Mostly I blame the manager who stood apart.  Instead of 'working the room', offering apologies and complimentary beverages, he just stood there.

So why on earth am I sitting here days later, feeling guilty for giving her less than my usual 20% tip?   What would you do?




Dear Abby,

I've really come to love my new church family.
Except. I struggle to embrace some of their ways, their missions.

  Unlike the Unity church we attended in Phoenix, this part of the Country seems far more traditional, Bible-centered.  I don't know, less contemporary.

A few of the ladies are becoming friends.  But each week without fail, someone will invite me to join their Bible study.  In all honesty, I really can't think of anything I'd enjoy less … but shrink at the thought of saying so!   Any words of wisdom are sure appreciated!


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Finally, a PostScript poser -

How do you refer to your weekly disposables?  Trash? Garbage? 
I recently spotted a sign aways down the road, prohibiting 'rubbish.'  I'm not sure if that's a southern 'thing', but it sure made me smile! 



Thanks for visiting … have a great day!

Hugs,

Myra