Signs, Signs–Everywhere Signs

Early Sunday morning at a familiar chain restaurant famous for pancakes.

Signs were there–everywhere. This place had changed since our last visit.

Half the floor space had been partitioned off. A new entrance added, with a for lease sign in the front window.

There weren’t many diners in the place. Yet, it looked like some had left in a hurry. Tables hadn’t been cleared. Trashed littered the floor. Where were the worker bees?

The waiter/manager/greeter was in a snit over making change for the customer in front of us in line. Had he been given a large denomination bill?

“He’d left his wallet at home, and thank goodness, his brother worked there–otherwise making change would have been impossible.”

Other customers lined up behind us.  Grumbling began among the ranks.  Why was it taking so long?  Were we waiting to pay or to get in?

How could a restaurant, that offered good service in the past, go downhill so quickly?

Last summer, with a group of visitors, service had been slow–otherwise not too bad.

There was the morning when this same restaurant ran out of coffee.  Plenty of the de-caffeinated variety; per the manager stock hadn’t been reordered.

That time, after complaining on their website, we were given a certificate for a free breakfast.  I’m not complaining this time–because I don’t intend to ever come back.

The “signs” suggested, detour; avoid this place; go elsewhere.

 

Editor’s Note:  My fingers fumbled and published this prematurely.  I should have added, that I  had no qualms about visiting other restaurants in this franchise.  The local one was the problem.

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FANCY BALI BELLY DANCERS (A Breakfast Table Fable)

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It all started when
Lady Alice became bored
At breakfast one morning
There came a voice–quite plain
From her royal bowl of Rice Krispies
Perhaps she should have listened?
But instead–chose to ignore
Thought herself gone insane

The voice was persistent
She gave in to temptation
Listened to what it had to say
I’m compelled to mention–if I may
Said the voice–it’s only a suggestion
Bali belly dancers are what you need
Take heed, to brighten your day

Lady Alice put out a call
Throughout all the land
For belly dancers short and tall
Belly dancers came from far and near
Waited outside the palace doors
There were bellies here–bellies there
More bellies than Lady Alice had ever seen before
Some flopped, some fell–some couldn’t dance at all

Fancy Bali belly dancers
Proved to be a catastrophe
There was a real chance
Bellies would be the death of her
Take your fancy Bali bellies
Get out–be gone–she said
Let me rest my aching head
I’d rather be bored, than hysterical
From this frightening parade of umbilicals

Even when you’re bored–voices in cereal bowls should be ignored

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