Update at The Peabody: So I arrive, drop the bags with the valet and head for my usual seat in the Lobby Bar…Wait, okay, I went over and spent half of my child’s inheritance at Lansky’s then I went to my usual seat in the Lobby Bar. Wait, okay, I chucked some fat tourists wearing crocs and very large t-shirts bearing a message from a certain dead guy out of my usual seat at the Lobby Bar. I sit.
Here’s the thing. I’m usually, very much a live and let live kind of guy. I don’t usually expend energy on complaining or creating a scene. One, because it’s vulgar, and two, because I avoid places where this is ever necessary, thus my sitting in my usual seat at the Lobby bar. I waited, not exactly with bated breath maybe, but damn close, for the little girl to come around and get me a glass of the needful. I waited in vain for a bit but thirst drove me to the bar. The bar keep was a really nice young man and he explained that he had just one girl on duty and she was on break…No problem.
A little later, the missing girl shows up at the table, well, her bad attitude got there a bit before she did, but you know what I mean. I kinda looked around at first to see if I had inadvertently broken a window or something. I mean really? I’m old and haven’t even made you laugh at lame old man jokes let alone pinch you….I sat for awhile in a sort of a state of shock.
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