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2004
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Fun times in Fort Wayne (updated)
Who ever said life in Fort Wayne, IN was dull is an out and out liar.
Man excitement is just bursting next door. No really, its true, on Monday the bar/restaurant next to the newspaper caught on fire and nearly burned down. They had to shut off the ventilation system at the paper since it was sucking in all the smoke and making the employees sick.
The next day several wildebeests escaped from the local zoo. A woman in a state of panic and dread called the news library at the Journal Gazette shouting, the wallabies are loose, the wallabies are loose!
In local sports news Dafyd and Jace both had a soccer game (and what miserable weather it was). Dafyd’s team had a rousing victory 5-0 (one period he played goalie – 0 shots on goal), and Jace’s team lost 1-2, but he had a good time and got candy at the end, so it was a win all the way around.
On the political front, the democratic candidate fled from a taped TV debate against incumbent Mark Souder ( http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/journalgazette/9987020.htm ). I mean come on folks, this is on the edge of your seat stuff here!
Ah well, it’s Friday so what are you going to do?
Oh, in a completely unrelated rant, I continue to receive discounts at local restaurants. Every Thursday, Michelle and I go to O’Charlies for lunch. They make this AMAZING soup (Chicken Harvest) that I normally get with half a club sandwich ($6.99 – not a bad deal). Every time I order it, I mention my deep personal loathing of tomatoes. Every week I get tomatoes. So yesterday I mentioned it to the waiter, and he knows because I always leave the tomato on a plate on the edge of the table (my subtle passive aggressive nature at work). So the manager came, apologized and gave us money off our bill.
Look, I don’t want your blood money, I just don’t want any stinking tomatoes!
Well the weather is beautiful, looks like it’s a nice day for a drive down Saint Joe Road.
UPDATE: It would appear that I now have my own online store: http://www.bobstores.com/index.asp
Be sure to stop by, and remember, October is worktoberfest at Bob’s!
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but the question is, just what the hell have you got against tomatoes, eh? Even if they remove the ‘visible’ tomato remnants from the soup, the essence of the hated tomato remains in the tepid broth – and so the question arises – what did you gain?…other than a reduction in your bill, which no doubt gets deducted from the waitress’s sub-minimum wage, and therefore directly out of the savings account she is amassing, no doubt with a view to self-improvement and long-term existential enrichment (ie – a boob-job)
I hope you’re happy!
Actually it’s from my sandwhich that I want it removed, and it’s that slime that tomato leaves on the bread and meat that just grosses me out. I mean come on! You might as well just put a wet rag on there too while you’re at it.
Now, make it into a sauce or paste where it’s less runny and you’ve got a totally different customer.
Oh, and for the record, not only did I tip my normal 25%, I also added the deducted amount to the waiters tip just for that reason – see, not such a bad guy after all?
(Emily Latella mode)
Oh!
Well then….
nevermind!
(Emily Latella mode)
I re-read the O’Charlies passage, and I see that my understanding of that was roughly akin to my understanding of the subtleties within the rules of Union Pacific (ie – somewhat off!)
The only time I object to tomatoes is when their skin is like dried wallpaper…bad magumbo.
My wife and I almost always clash over the issue of tips for wait-staff; she says I am a sucker (essentially), and I say (or mutter!) that she has a heart of stone (at least regarding wait-staff!)
One time – to make a much longer story SHORT – an (admittedly attractive) waitress continually failed to refill pammy’s tea, but paid lots of attention to me…and I retained control of the dinner check that evening, and therefore the tip.
I noticed the car making a funny noise during the otherwise stone-silent ride home after that one