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August 22, 2007
I know, right? I post a riddle and then like fall off the planet. I wish I could say that I was whisked off to some exotic locale for a surprise vacation of lounging on the beach and eating lobsters the size of small dinosaurs. But my absence cannot be explained by anything more exciting than the simple truth: I am an idiot. I've been going through changing all my passwords - passwords I've had for a long time and decided in the name of security that it was time to mix things up a little. My advice to you all... write the damn things down. Good grief.
I have to give people the benefit of the doubt because so far as I know it vodka does not come in a kegerator. Posted by Foodwhore at August 22, 2007 03:22 PM
um. where the heck did they change it? AT the table? ewww. and it was on a plate? dude. I mean, I know Hobart is great and all, but I don't think I am gonna eat out again. at least, not at a place that has plates. mickey-D's, here we come! Posted by: Tonja at August 22, 2007 03:53 PM Jeez, how can one forget a dirty diaper? ewww, these morons changed it on the table? That's disgusting. Some people have ZERO class. About the passwords, yup, mine are all written down!!! Nice to see you back! :) Posted by: No-Nonsense girl at August 22, 2007 06:38 PM I would counsel giving compassion to the mother, if you can muster it, which I couldn't. If she is nursing her baby, her brain cells have eroded like the blood on a tarmac from Coca-Cola. But they're probably just fuckwits who vote a straight Republican ticket and who, like my younger sister "PsychoBible," don't believe that disposable diapers are a problem AT ALL because Uncle Jesus is going to yank her and her ilk out of this world before dumping the rest of us into hell on our pre-reserved hot skillets. Whoops. I love Uncle Jesus, but I hope heaven is a big place with lot of picnic tables, because I do NOT want to sit with PsychoBible's clan of rainbow Jell-O and food from boxes. XOX, Ms. Whore. Posted by: Tana at August 22, 2007 10:39 PM Vodka doesn't come in a kegerator...but I bet it could if we tried:) A halfway smart frat boy could have you one in two hours. When it comes to getting blitzed, those boys are like mini MacGivers. Posted by: leena! at August 23, 2007 02:47 AM Again Ick. However, I am confused by the political references to a dirty diaper. Geez! Get a life. Or better yet, keep yours to yourself. Posted by: melodyk99 at August 23, 2007 05:11 AM THAT is disgusting. People are SO rude and SO stupid. Food Whore, my friends and I LOVE to read what you have to say because we cater too and have worked in food service and customers NEVER cease to amaze us. Your words are dead on.... Posted by: Pam at August 23, 2007 11:37 AM Didn't they leave you a phone number when they made reservations? Use it to return the offensive package by courier. That'll make the point clear. Posted by: maggie at August 24, 2007 07:35 AM Being a mother of a toddler, I would also beg you to give them the benefit of the doubt - if not to have some understanding for the utter chaos it is to take a child out when you are dining out, but to believe in the utter good in people, that people really just wouldn't leave a dirty diapar on a table on purpose. I know it's a stretch, but it's better to believe...I do everything I can to clean up after my child and make sure that she leaves no messy, sticky prints and crumbs and crap, but sometimes, in the rush of picking up bibs and sippy cups and bags and paying bilss, sometimes things get missed. On behalf of moms everywhere, i am sorry. Posted by: Molly at August 24, 2007 12:50 PM |