More of Sunday, in Length... in And So It Goes....

  • May 4, 2021, 3:44 p.m.
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As I mentioned in my previous entry, my oldest sister came up Sunday, for a visit. She arrived around 1pm. We went up to Goodwill. I had money to spend. I headed for the first thing I saw, which was the purse rack. I found 2 genuine leather carrying pouches, small in size, but just large enough to hold my cigars and lighter, keys, etc. They are crossbody style, one being black the other being brown. I searched practically the whole store for great finds, however the only other item that caught my eyes was a Mr. Coffee Coffee Pot @ $5.99 I snatched that up, and that was about it. I used my Goodwill card, at the checkout in order to get a discount. After that, my sister and I went to WAlmart. “Sydney” (assumed name), asked me to pick him a 1/2 gallon of milk. I bought eyeshadow, 2 tubes of lipstick, a large bottle of Garnier Fructis Shampoo, and a large package of bath tissue. After that we went to the local Bob Evans Restaurant. I ordered the large turkey dinner for $11.99, coffee and water. WE had to wait about 25 minutes for our orders. The restaurant was not even busy. My meal was luke warm, as if it had just sat up at the cook’s station, for lack of a better idea. We were supposed to get biscuits with our meals. She did not bring them. I asked for more coffee and some more napkins. I never got them because our waitress was busy talking to two other women at an adjacent table. I was seething. Later, she brought us our individual checks. My sister had to ask for our biscuits at the end of the meal, to take home. At the cash register where I paid my guest check, the cashier asked how everything was. I described the poor service to her, at length. She apologized. I had gotten a mega chocolate chip cookie for Sydney. They took the cost of the cookie off of my bill. I did not give our waitress a tip. She did not deserve it. Later, at my apartment we exchanged gift bags. It was good to see my oldest sister.

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