FREE SUPPER

I went to the free supper at a church down the street. Great cook. Had a nice side salad, meatball vegetable soup, and pork tenderloin, mash potatoes and gravy and a cream cheese cake, very tasty. I go once in-a-while when I get tired of cooking. Don’t know why I don’t go every Tuesday. I never feel like cooking

Well, if the truth is known — I do know why I don’t go every week. After I will explain why, and make a list of my reasons (excuses). This may take some self-defense. I don’t like to eat with certain people and those certain people go all the time. AND they expect everyone from The Home to sit with them and are offended if they don’t come. Clearly that is not a universal desire. We do have our more handicapped people attend every week and they would rather not sit with them. I would prefer either of these men than two of those women.

They are complainers. I have yet to be with them that they are not upset with something: the menu (which is free ladies - get over it - there’s a gourmet cook, the food is terrific). They complain about taste or presentation of the food or the lack of some items and especially the service. They serve you at the table so you do not have to stand in line. Very nice! I feel sorry for anyone who serves these women. The waitresses are mostly older women volunteering as a service to God. They get no pay and little to no training and most have never been a waitress. Live with it. These women get tiring and on my nerves. I need a nap.

Gail and I went late in hopes their table would be full when we arrived. It was not full (see others don’t want to sit there either) and we still sat at another table. Yikes, I’m in hiding now. I know I will have to face the music some time or other. Maybe I could just crawl under a rock and hide. There are large rocks around here.