Well, if yesterday was the day from hell, (and it was) today was the second level of hell, and tomorrow is shaped up to be the third level. From all accounts of those who have been in the brokerage business for a while, this is typical for the first of the year. Who knew??? Oh well…this too shall pass!
I arrived home this evening, tired to the bone, and tense and stressed to the max. My usual remedy for stress is a mile walk (I know…it sounds insane). I don’t know whether it is the exercise or the sunshine and fresh air, or a combo of the three…but it usually does the trick. Anyway, Marvin consented to a walk before dinner (albeit grudgingly), and away we went! We walked, and I babbled incessantly about everything in the world and by the time our yard was in sight again I was feeling much better.
We jumped in the truck and headed to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Before I go on, I will remind you, that I said that by the end of our walk I was ‘feeling much better.’ What that actually means is that my exhaustion and stress had sort of mellowed out and melded together into a kind of euphoria bordering on hysteria. When I reach this point…I will laugh at ANYTHING…train wrecks…mushroom clouds…three legged dogs…! So, the hostess seats us, the waitress comes to the table, hands us each a menu, then says “Welcome to Cracker Barrel! I’ll be your waitress this evening…my name is SKEETER!” I can only look back with shame at what happened next. I began to giggle, moving rapidly on, to silent, body-wracking laughter. By then tears were running down my face and it was grotesquely contorted as I fought desperately for control. “I’m so sorry!” I gasped, exploding in laughter again. She took our drink orders (from Marvin) and left the table. I know…I’m a terrible excuse for a human being. Unfortunately…I am still giggling.
Sometime during the course of our meal, a local celebrity came in and sat at the very next table. This guy is a large cowboy person. Everywhere he goes he wears a huge 10 gallon hat. Apparently, he even eats with it on…indoors…with other people. Anyway, I began to wonder just what the rules of etiquette are concerning ones head wear. So…I asked Jeeves…
Indoors, a man should always remove his hat, (particularly in a home, church, courtroom or restaurant)
I think I will send him an e-mail advising him of his error…maybe I will sign it "Skeeter”.
Be well!
2 comments:
SKEETER?!?
WOW...that is really something. I'm not sure what, but it's definitely something. I can picture this ENTIRE event. I wouldn've been laughing right along with you, and dad would've been saying "Stop it you two!"
Can I assume I know the "Wild West" cowboy who was in the hat?
Holy Cow . . .I have to say, that same cowboy didn't remove that same had during a Presidential speech a few weeks ago, either -- and he had just come from the $$$$$ dinner. . .
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