I’m a nice guy and nowhere as grumpy as I paint myself.
Ask any of my wife’s girlfriends.
Don’t ask the wife.
I’m also old-fashioned and that’s a good thing.
I hold doors for people, say please and thank you and do what I say I will.
Mostly.
Remember TGI Fridays?
They used to be in the building across from the Blaisdell.
They closed up years ago and that was the last time I was in one of those places.
Until last Saturday.
The wife and I were still living on Hawaii time when the rest of the world was 3 hours ahead of us.
The slots were not in a giving mood and we were hungry.
Well, there was a TGI Friday in the hotel so we dropped in.
Since it had been years, and we were hungry, that’s where we went.
Big sign over the door, “In here, it’s always Friday”.
Remember that.
It’s important.
I ordered this yummy looking soup and sandwich thingy off the menu.
I was feeling happy.
The lady sever-person says, “Sorry, that’s only available Monday through Friday”.
Remember this was Saturday.
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But the sign says “It’s always Friday”.
“I’m sorry, Monday through Friday only”.
She points to the small print on the menu.
I point to the sign “In here, it’s always Friday.”
The lady won’t bend.
The sign lied.
What’s a person to do?
Telling her TGI Fridays is a liar is not a good way to start off anyone’s day.
Being a polite person I picked something else.
I ate my second choice and then went out and beat on a slot machine until it coughed up $300.
I may have found the secret to getting those slot machines to pay off.
