Cheers to all the frazzled restaurant servers!

For years, Wednesday nights have been Pizza and Beer after a fast group bike ride. Same place. Pre-pandemic we were typically 8-10 people; as many as 13. Last night we were 5. As we pulled up on our bicycles, the server who has seen/served us for years, comes over and tells us (in a not so nice tone) “There can be no more than four of you at a table, no pulling tables together, and the prices all went up this week. Take a look and decide what you’re doing.” And she walks away. WOW!!!! Harsh. WTF is up with her tonight. Next to us was a family of 5; seated at two tables. Yep. they were told to separate. Dad says to me, “So much for date night.” Except he was sitting with his two boys and mom was with their girl at the next table. Makes you wonder …

You Deleted Me?

As I’ve mentioned to many people on and offline, the best life decision I have made during 2020 happened to be a mental health decision. I more or less abandoned that Cancer Known As Facebook. But the other night I was reminded how people really are bothered by losing Facebook friends. About 8:30 the other night I received a message on Facebook Messenger from a Facebook (also real) friend. It read: You deleted me? I went to bed. And in the morning here was my response: Hi (insert name) I deleted politics. Not you. I pretty much left Facebook in July after taking 30 seconds to fact-check 5 people’s bullshit and calling them out on it. I was done. One being a minister – who ultimately reached out to me recognizing he had become full of hate and needed to get back to the work of god. Who knows if …