Cracker Barrel

This past weekend, Dianna was visiting in Evansville, so after a hard 3rd shift, we went out to breakfast. My, was it an experience.

First, we were seated at a small table near the main walkway, and on this small table was the tip left by the previous occupants. When the hostess sat us, she took the tip (only $1), and put it under a salt shaker at the edge of the table. Now, as hostess, she knows which waiter/waitress is assigned to each area, so when she made the effort to move the tip, why didn't she just give it to who it belonged to?

So then our waiter (a young man about 20-22) comes by and says, "...mumble... I'll be right back to take our drink orders..mumble." Why? We are 2 people, and it's only the drink order! Anyway.

The drinks came, and our meals were ordered. It took a bit longer than it should have to get the food, but when it came, Dianna had asked for sausage, but bacon was brought instead. So, the waiter said, "Sorry, mumble mumble mumble, I'll get you your sausage... mumble."

The sausage comes out with a friendly, "mumble mumble mumble niner mumble" from the waiter. Dianna and I just look at one another.

As we ate, our liquid refreshments begane to dwindle, and like a good waiter, he noticed, and told us, "I'm going to go eat my protein bar, then I'll be back to fill your lemonade and coffee."

HUH??? Do we need to know when he needs to eat his protein bar?

It gave us both a good laugh.

Oh, and that tip on the table, it was left during our whole meal.

Yes, I am still alive. I finally got internet in my apartment, and Andrew hooked me up with WIRELESS! I like it a lot! Anyway.

My prayers go out to all the Katrina victims. I can't even watch the news anymore because it just breaks my heart. I hope that all of your loved ones are safe.