I just wrote several paragraphs. Then I deleted them. I started off talking about how I really like Bandana's Bar-B-Q, a restaurant chain here in St. Louis. Suzanne and I ate there tonight. Then I started explaining what I good tipper I feel that I am. I said that so you wouldn't think I was a jerk when I started complaining about the bad service we got while we were there and how I get annoyed by bad service in general.
I deleted it all because my loathing for myself was growing steadily as I continued to write. There are a million possible reasons why the waitress didn't do the best job. Couldn't I have given her a little grace? I could have...but I didn't. As I saw what I was writing, I felt more and more like some crotchety old fogey complainer. I don't want to be one of those. If I ever let a post get through where I'm being one, please, call me on it.
So, let me conclude by saying: if you live in St. Louis, or plan to visit, eat a meal at Bandana's. You'll have great food and, most likely, great service.
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