I had a wonderfully productive day today, and once business was done, I strolled across the parking lot, heading for Starbucks.
I then changed my mind.
No, I thought to myself, I'm going to Smitty's.
Glad I did, too. It seems Smitty's has improved. I received the friendliest service I've had in ages - anywhere. I'm tempted to write a letter. You see, in Calgary right now, as it has been for some time, "good help is hard to find", and I'm not just spouting cliches. The girl who sat me was near the end of her shift, but didn't at all seem rushed to leave. We chatted for a bit and I discovered she's in training to become a vet.
Perfect timing for such a conversation. I'd taken Bob for his now bi-daily IV injection of Ringer's. He was not happy - with me or the vet, and I'll have the scars to prove it.
(I love my cat, I love my cat, I love my cat...)
My server was just as attentive and friendly, but talked me into the ice cream which rolled me over the edge.
After my BLT on brown, fries with copious amounts of gravy and a double-scoop bowl of ice cream (which I didn't actually finish)it was almost painful to walk back to the van.
I think I'll go mow the lawn now.
Perhaps twice, for good measure.