That was odd

I hurried out with cattitude this morning (after not sleeping well) to run errands: bank and groceries. Between the two, the funeral home clock-and-thermometer told me it was almost noon, and I realized I'd skipped breakfast. Shopping on an empty stomach isn't a great idea anyhow, so I ducked into the IHOP. While I was looking at my menu, three or four waiters came over, one of them bearing a cupcake with a candle, and sang happy birthday to one of the women at the corner table.

A man at another table applauded heartily, and seconded the "Happy birthday, Carmen!" While I was eating my breakfast, the women got up to leave, and the man who had wished her happy birthday told her to wait a minute, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a stack of bills, handed her one (I think it was a twenty, but it was folded small), and wished her happy birthday again. She thanked him, asked his name, and came around the table to give him a kiss on the cheek.

(The pancakes were okay, the eggs weren't as I'd asked, and the sausages were indifferent, but the combo was more than I could eat anyhow. The bank thermometer, which I know I can't trust for temperature, had been lying about the time, as I discovered after I sat down and took out my Palm: it's still keeping Daylight Savings Time. And now I have groceries, sensible things like bread, cucumbers, and ground lamb.)

That was odd

I hurried out with cattitude this morning (after not sleeping well) to run errands: bank and groceries. Between the two, the funeral home clock-and-thermometer told me it was almost noon, and I realized I'd skipped breakfast. Shopping on an empty stomach isn't a great idea anyhow, so I ducked into the IHOP. While I was looking at my menu, three or four waiters came over, one of them bearing a cupcake with a candle, and sang happy birthday to one of the women at the corner table.

A man at another table applauded heartily, and seconded the "Happy birthday, Carmen!" While I was eating my breakfast, the women got up to leave, and the man who had wished her happy birthday told her to wait a minute, and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a stack of bills, handed her one (I think it was a twenty, but it was folded small), and wished her happy birthday again. She thanked him, asked his name, and came around the table to give him a kiss on the cheek.

(The pancakes were okay, the eggs weren't as I'd asked, and the sausages were indifferent, but the combo was more than I could eat anyhow. The bank thermometer, which I know I can't trust for temperature, had been lying about the time, as I discovered after I sat down and took out my Palm: it's still keeping Daylight Savings Time. And now I have groceries, sensible things like bread, cucumbers, and ground lamb.)

Sometimes, no news is good news

No tropical storms have formed in the Atlantic Ocean this month. (Yes, I know there are eleven hours to go, but the National Hurricane Center doesn't expect anything at the instant.)

Sometimes, no news is good news

No tropical storms have formed in the Atlantic Ocean this month. (Yes, I know there are eleven hours to go, but the National Hurricane Center doesn't expect anything at the instant.)