Restaurant

i was eating the other day at bob evans restaurant -- having a belgium waffle (because i like foreign food) and cripse, burnt bacon (how did they know that's the way i like it?), and coffee...

sitting across from me were some old people--a man and wife i assume..they had been there when i was seated, but when my food came they hadn't been served yet... you could see their frustration... they were talking to each other in a low whisper when the wife grabbed one of those comment cards and began writing... you can imagine what she was saying: something like, 'you won't see us back her again -- the workers here are so slow...we've waiting and waiting for our meal, and this young guy across the aisle already has his, even though we were here first...you people need to get on the ball or you'll be losing lots of customers....furthermore, we're going to tell all our friends about this dumpy place'

well, their food finally came; looked like beef n noodles...they dug in and stopped talking...the waitress didn't chit chat any, just delivered and ran...

then there was this little kid two booths away--crying up a storm...first the mother took him and walked him all over the restaurant and brought him back...he was quiet for about 10 seconds, then started in again...this time the father took him and walked him all over the restaurent...by that time I was through eating and left...

noise and time....two enemies of happiness

maybe i should eat at home.