Decided to stop quick at IHOP on this rainy night. I had a great dinner and was served by a very nice man. I felt like he, Richard, and the only other server were really doing well despite having had twenty girl scouts earlier. I caught up on news and stuff while waiting for my food and it arrived quickly enough with a cheery “put away that phone because here’s your dinner!” and it was delicious. The young woman went about cleaning up a terrible mess someone with at least one small child had left and there was no huffing or puffing about it. She was focused and quick and did a good thorough job.
I left a little extra tip and thanked each of them for the good job they’d done. Richard came outside to hand me back my receipt and to ask if I wanted to, could I please fill out the survey mentioned on the receipt, which I did. I hope the company appreciates that someone thought they did a good job.
Some days I try really really hard all day long to help people but sometimes there’s just not enough help you can offer and people don’t like that. The neediest people like it the least. But of course you try anyway.
Had a few nice conversations with co-workers, had a nice dinner, shopped a bit at Peter Harris…
oh wait – a funny story about that. I had picked up a few things to try when I saw this sort of mini-dress-ish sort of thing – I personally would wear something like that over leggings and it was an XL so I figured either it would be too big or blousey enough that it would be good to wear that way.
Try on a couple things, then pick up this XL tunic/dress and get it down my arms and over my head and… I’m stuck. As it went over my shoulders I realized – oh oh – too small. I try to get it back up and over my shoulders but no. I get it the rest of the way down and it’s WAY small – like there’s a six inch gap where it is meant to button in the front. Now I’m trying to get it off and I can’t get it over my shoulders. I’m trying not to dislocate anything but I’m back to where I can’t put my arms down either. Honestly thought I’d have to wait for someone to come into the dressing room or go to the door and ask someone to come in and pull it off. (and of course this whole thing made me quite ummm glowing, let’s just say)
I finally did something that got it all past an elbow and phew I was free again. I brought it up to the counter and told this tale so they wouldn’t let someone else get caught in something that was clearly not XL. For the record I don’t normally wear XL but for loose worn over things I’m willing to give it a try. Sometimes it’s too big, sometimes a good effect but apparently it can also be WAY to small!
