Da Bayou
Thirty-two weeks today!
I went down to the Bayou to Houma Louisiana for work today. My co-worker and I ate at a highly recommended Mexican restaurant. The food was a good price and they had a good size lunch crowd but were by no means lacking in tables. So, when our waitress grabbed my co-worker's plate out from under her while she was still eating and then immediately returned with the check, I was confused as to why we were being hurried. After twice asking us within five minutes if we were finished with the check, I responded with a mouth full of chips, "Ma'am, we are not yet done eating." Her tip slowly crept down from 20% to 10% to 2 cents. Yes, I tipped her 2 cents because she obviously had a problem with pregnant people. It couldn't have been the color of my co-workers skin that earned us such poor service.
Today reminded me of a recent article about a the proprietor of a Bed & Breakfast that we once stayed at. Houma has a little bit of a problem.
I enjoyed my drive back to the office. There was lots of roadkill to keep me entertained but the kicker was a three foot alligator! I had never seen alligator roadkill before. Part of me wanted to pull over and make a belt.
Eight more weeks. Holy. Shit.
I went down to the Bayou to Houma Louisiana for work today. My co-worker and I ate at a highly recommended Mexican restaurant. The food was a good price and they had a good size lunch crowd but were by no means lacking in tables. So, when our waitress grabbed my co-worker's plate out from under her while she was still eating and then immediately returned with the check, I was confused as to why we were being hurried. After twice asking us within five minutes if we were finished with the check, I responded with a mouth full of chips, "Ma'am, we are not yet done eating." Her tip slowly crept down from 20% to 10% to 2 cents. Yes, I tipped her 2 cents because she obviously had a problem with pregnant people. It couldn't have been the color of my co-workers skin that earned us such poor service.
Today reminded me of a recent article about a the proprietor of a Bed & Breakfast that we once stayed at. Houma has a little bit of a problem.
I enjoyed my drive back to the office. There was lots of roadkill to keep me entertained but the kicker was a three foot alligator! I had never seen alligator roadkill before. Part of me wanted to pull over and make a belt.
Eight more weeks. Holy. Shit.
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