Service Can't Be Beat

It feels good to be home.  Vacationing up north was wonderful, but all that vacationing can be exhausting.  We drove home today, and even though the traffic wasn't bad at all, I still felt road-weary while unloading the car. 

The day wasn't over though... I had an appointment at the Genius Bar.  Either the definition of genius has changed, or it isn't as elite as I was led to believe.  My "genius" told me that if the phone would fully boot, he would be able to get my pictures off of it, but since it can't, there is nothing he can do.  Funny... if I could get the phone to fully boot, I might be able to find a way to get the data off of it too!

I left feeling less than satisfied, but I knew I didn't want to cook tonight. 

I entered a chain Americana restaurant pretty bummed, and I was determined to be dissatisfied with my meal too.  Nothing on the menu seemed appetizing; the booth was a little tight; I even noticed the napkin was something between paper and cloth.  Just as I was about ready to give up on the night, something magical happened: Angie.  Angie was my waitress tonight; she was older than 50, shorter than 5'2", and heavier than 175.  I expected her to be another off-putting thing in my life today.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  Angie was spectacular.  She was kind, honest, straight-forward.  She looked out for my bill by offering me a cheaper option to get the same thing.  She offered a fresh drink when the first glass was dirty.  She even accepted the lack of a dessert order with a "sometimes you're in the mood for Dairy Queen." 

Angie got me, and she made my day.  She served me.  It was a pleasure to tip her well.