On October 29th, my folks celebrated 57 years of marriage. Fifty seven! Y'all. That's a long time, and I'm filled with admiration and respect for these two who have been committed through a lifetime of ups and downs. They have been and continue to be a wonderful example to me, my siblings, and all their children.
Here they are 57 years ago...
And here they are now...
To me, they don't look old enough to have been married that long.
I also finally got my little workout group off the ground. Well...somewhat. I did one month and decided earlier this week that I need to pull back through the end of the year, and restart them in January. I think that will be a better time of year for getting a workout group started. Ya know...with all the New Year's resolutions and goals and what not.
And while we're on the subject of what not, I need to vent for a minute about something that happened to me three times in less than two weeks. Now...before I step up onto my soap box, I want to say that this has nothing to do with money. At all. But everything to do with the principle of it and the unfortunate attitude of entitlement that plagues our society. So...not once. Or twice. But three times...at three different restaurants...our waiters have decided to round the amount of change they give back to us in their favor. So...for example...our ticket at the last restaurant was something like $23.41. We paid with two twenty dollar bills...and expected to get back $16.59. Instead we were given $16 even. Our waiter decided that he would just pocket the $.59 for himself. And really...59 cents is nothing to get rattled over. I already know that. And yes...I can be a tight wad at times, but I always take very good care of waiters with my tip. But y'all...a tip is a gift...a gift of appreciation for good service. It is not something that is owed you automatically just because you are a waiter. And it is at the discretion of the customer as to how much is given. Right?
The first two times it happened, we just let it go, and left...annoyed. But at the last restaurant, B decided to ask where the rest of our change was. And the waiter's answer appalled me even more than the audacity he had to short change us. He said, "Oh I didn't mean to do that. I don't carry change with me." And then just stood there like 'sorry dude but that's how I roll'. And he didn't even offer to go get the rest of our change.
Blah.
Can't stand the attitude of entitlement.
Anyway. I will let it go now.
But does anyone have 59 cents I can borrow? 😜
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