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OK, OK so it ain't much of a rant, but it's all I got!

I forgot, there was something I wanted to rant about a bit that happened to me today. This is probably gonna be about as silly as Zoom, Zoom, but here it is:

Today I had some professional business in the neighboring county seat city, Cleburne, and, just before lunch, had finally gotten the most urgent office matters done so that I could break away and get the deed done.* If I planned it right, I could get there just at lunch time, eat my lunch and be at my appointment just as they were returning from lunch. All the way over there, I had been thinking of this Texas Toast sandwich Sonic makes with a scrambled egg patty, cheese and bacon, and, with an extra order of bacon [+$0/50].** So I made Sonic my destination. All morning, and all the way there, I had been drinking Dr. Pepper. Well, just as I rolled into Sonic, my bladder hit the top of the dam, and was pushing the spillway to open so as to release the pressure. I ordered, then got out to see if there was a way into the restroom. It is inside in the back, and sometimes you have to get an employee to tell someone on the inside to open the back door so you can get in. One carhop said she would try just as another came with my order. I told her why I was out of the car, and she simply dismissed my plea for help with "We don't have any public restrooms." Do what? I know Sonic doesn't officially have public restrooms. I used to work at a Sonic many, many years ago. I had never ever seen any previous employee not offer to at least act like they tried to get the back door opened so I could go in and drain my bodily waste. I was flat miserable, and she didn't get a tip. I scarfed down my sandwich and order of tater tots like the Tiger I am. Hurriedly, I drove to a location that did have a public restroom. Sheesh, people, you are a public facility. That entails having a public restroom!***

*Get your mind out of the gutter! I had to go visit some clients in the jail, OK?

**Yeah, I know I am cruising for a hearth attack. My doctor tells me that. But I have already decided that I don't have much hope to live forever, so I might as well prepare to die like every paternal ancestor from whom I got all my physical body genes. If I didn't learn anything from the death of a spouse from complications of anorexia at age 33, it is that no matter what you eat, you have a good chance of surviving longer than if you don't eat.

***If it wasn't so damn offensive to certain segments of the society, this situation would not even be a problem. Being a male, I am fitted with outdoor equipment, so a tree or fire hydrant works.

Posted by Tiger at June 16, 2003 10:57 PM | TrackBack