Gobble, Gobble
OK, I'm old. So old I fart dust and creak worse than wooden stairs from the 1920s. One of the nice things about getting old and creaky is no longer doing cooking and cleaning at home on Thanksgiving.
We go to a local, "all you can eat, buffet."
The place has always been popular. Food ain't bad and the service is what you would expect from over worked and under paid employees. Price isn't too bad, either.
Two years ago I sat on my seated walker for almost an hour to get through the door to eat with my friends.
Last year I sat on my seated walker for almost 40 minutes to get through the door to eat with my friends.
This year I didn't sit on my seated walker because my friends and I got in and seated in five minutes.
Never seen a line move so fast at the local root, grub and growl buffet. Btw, we all chipped in and gave our server a $50 dollar tip. Some chipped in more and some less, but what everyone could afford.
Ever seen a wait staff person cry? Ours did. We handed her a handful of paper napkins and told her to take a few minutes. That if the manager complained, we'd have her back big time. (Managers take note: Don't fuck with old people).
Something is going on with the economy and it ain't good from what I just experienced.
After dinner we toodled around and checked out how many people where busting down retailers doors to shop for big Christmas bargains.
Big box store parking lots were half full and most of those cars belonged to employees being exploited to work during a family event celebration.
Don't know about where you all live, but here Christmas is gonna be an old-fashioned one to be sure. We all decided not to buy anything this year.
Well, we all decided that we would definitely buy our Depends this Christmas.
Happy Holidays!