The server came to our table, and in the perky manner that must nowadays be a server’s job requirement (“My qualifications are; extensive knowledge of fine dining, friendly, attentive, hard worker and I have a saccharine, perky voice that’s guaranteed to either warm your heart or kill your appetite.”), introduced herself and chirped, “I’ll be …
“I don’t get why this is so fucking difficult.” That was the gist of my daughter’s text message to me last Saturday morning. What was it that was so fucking difficult? A new transmitter for her diabetes monitor still had not shipped and without the transmitter the monitor was just useless hardware. Monitors can give …
I apologized to Jason and asked him if he would be so kind as to turn off the convoy of Lyft drivers converging on my house.