It is early. Way too early. I say that as an early riser. Even I find it way too early, at least it was when I got up and decided to start writing this. Of course, coffee and certain morning rituals need addressing.
I am in Terrace British Columbia. I like Terrace, I just don’t like hotels and road food. Unless, of course , it is a hotel on a Greek island and the food is local and, and, well, you get the idea. Denny’s does not count as local, nor healthy, cuisine. In fact, I berate myself for eating there last night. It still tastes crappy, the service still sucks and the waitress still doesn’t grasp the concept of Cranberry and Soda water.
her: would you like something to drink?
me: soda water and…..
her: (interrupting me) water..ok
me: no miss, let me finish. Soda water and cranberry juice
her: (insert some weird expression) mixed together?
me: (trying to maintain patience) yep
me: (smiling) yes, please
her: did you want the soda or the cranberry mixed in first?
me: (long pause…..because I must have had the, ‘WTF did you just ask me?’, look) you decide.
Oh woe is me.
*disclaimer: Let me start by saying this is not a slam against all Denny’s (just in case my friend Niki reads this). Slam? get it? Breakfast slam-Denny’s. Did you see what I just did there? I just snorted.