I swear I started this blog to discuss love, marriage, divorce, parenting, and relationships. Really... I did. Then a Black man and a White woman started sparring like street fighters in a race to break the White male choke-hold on POTUS. Suddenly, it turned all O-Man and Hillbilly smack-down mania up in here.
I learned one major thing observing this journey to Pennsylvania avenue: America is headed to hell in a handbasket... or at least to the toilet in the Tidy Bowl boat... and we're not paying attention. In fact, if attention was a regular payment, we'd be in hellah default with our pictures on the Post Office wall.
So for today's Attention Training 101, I give you this exercise: Pay attention to what the heck you order in a restaurant. We have to start somewhere, right?
According to The Consumerist, this little gem landed on some poor guy's table at The Waverly Inn (photo courtesy of The Consumerist):
Apparently, this uppity restaurant doesn't list food prices, and worse, the diner didn't realize that the waiter wasn't grating fresh cheese topping at the table... He was grating TRUFFLES. I wonder how long it took the diner to get up off the floor and for his balls to descend from his neck. ::sigh::
Had the poor fella been paying attention, he would have seen the clearly printed wallet-busting menu item (photo courtesy of The Consumerist):
So if I can't get you to pay attention to politics just yet... can I get you to read your menu before ordering? If not, I'd love to be your next dinner date.
Next class: Why You Should Check The Bottle Before Rubbing Strange Creams on Your Nether Regions.