Happy birthday to Moms today. If it makes anyone feel better (me mostly) she is not eligible for that senior discount either.
I hope that you have a great, relaxing birthday mom. We all love you.
Senior Discount
Little Harry, The School Girl and I went out last night to hang with the G-Man family. Our plan was to have dinner, exchange Christmas gifts and then go see the lights at the Opryland Hotel. Our fare of choice was Bob Evans Restaurant off of Music Valley Drive. In previous outings for dinner over there, the wife and I have only had rave reviews for the staff. They have always been the friendliest in the business.
A new wrinkle in their hospitality appeared, however. We had a sweet young lady with a thick southern accent as our server whose name I believe was Mary Beth. Mary Beth was very nice and friendly. When she noticed our gift boxes she wanted to know if we were having a birthday party. I actually joked about getting them to sing for us and she was enthusiastic about the group doing that if needed.
Well, after many minutes of waiting for us to order she finally got to go around the table. I was second. I ordered the Chicken Parmesan. Pretty straight forward I thought. Mary Beth asked me which size I would like. I didn’t notice anything on the menu that said I could “super-size” my meal so I asked what sizes they had. Mary Beth followed with this:
“Well, they have the ‘55 and older’ portion which is smaller.”
I have to tell you that I was shocked. I wanted to know how old she thought I was. After some explaining she talked herself back into a tip. My thought was she believed me to be in the 55+ age range or (much worse) that she felt me to be overweight and required less food. Either way, this old fat man was offended.
