This morning at Sunrise Grill I did not receive the grits which, according to the menu, I should have received. The waitress told me I was not supposed to receive the grits. However, according to the serial comma and wording which they used on the menu ("hashbrowns or homefries, grits, toast or biscuit") it was indicated that I should have received said grits. I did not prevail.
And then I'm mad at myself for being so upset over something as trivial as the aforementioned situation, but I think this is because it adds to the overall feeling I've had of life not making sense or lining up in the way in which it should. It was wrong. My life is filled with things that are wrong.
I am not happy and each day I spend in this town I feel more and more of something inside of me die. But I'm afraid that by leaving, I will discover the only thing which has really changed is the landscape.
Pretty much I'm impotent at living my own life and feel lonelier than I have in a very long time.
I feel like you were entirely justified in demanding your deserved grits. Restaurants that don't have people to edit their menus should fall in public opinion.
ReplyDeleteBoone is a purgatory.