So it’s now just 9:24 on this my second Father’s Day and it has already been a crazy one. Laurie is away at the SHRM in San Diego, so it’s just us boys this Father’s Day. C has been great, even if he decided that he was going to get me up at 6:30 this morning. No problem, we needed to get out and hit the grocery store and morning is always a better time. Beat the rush and all that. So I decide, “Hey we’ll go grab a nice breakfast and then go to the grocery store.”
After feeding the dogs and getting C his morning milk, we head out. Now it’s somewhat early (about 7:00) so I figure we have only a few choices for breakfast, a coffee place or Bob Evans. Bob Evans wins out, C likes him some pancakes, plus it’s close to the grocery store. Now, we’ve had a bad experience at this particular Bob Evans before, but since it’s close to the grocery store I figure I’ll give it another shot. Plus it’s early, how busy could it be?
Well it’s not busy at all so I’m happy with that. I should have been tipped off that it took us quite a bit of time to get seated, but I figure no problem, not in a rush anyway. We get seated, I set C up ready to go, and we wait and wait and wait. Oh and did I say wait. Typically a Bob Evans is a pretty fast place to go eat, fast service and they get you your food pretty quickly. It was taking most tables a while to get service so it wasn’t just me, but when the servers finally did come out I see table after table, which sat down after us, get service. Two different servers actually come by several tables near me and take several orders only to stop and go back to the kitcken right before getting to our table. So I am getting quite pissed, but can’t get too irate since C is with me and I don’t want him to see me go off on someone. After waiting some more, the servers all seemed to have disappeared so we just got up and left. Coffee house now our destination.
I decide why do Starbucks, when I enjoy Mad City better anyway, plus they have more choice in muffins and things. Of course this is on the other side of Columbia, but I figure it’s worth it and C is being very patient. Something not seen much with him at breakfast time. On the way, a lady runs a RED light and about slams into me. I think my tongue has teeth marks in it from biting down to avoid unleashing a long string of expletives at the lady. Remember C is in the car. The pissed meter is pushing higher. I get to Mad City and guess what? It’s not open yet. They don’t open until 8:00 on Sundays. ARGH!
At this point, I’m seriously considering just going home and having a bowl of cereal, but we’d still have to go out again to get groceries. So I figure, okay Starbucks it is. I know they open by 7:00 or 7:30. We arrive at Starbuck and thankfully they are open. “Two blueberry muffins and a venti caramel macchiato for here please.” I should note, this is not the typical Starbucks we sometimes go to and unlike the one we typically go to, which has high chairs, guess what? This particular Starbucks does not have high chairs or booster seats. Oh, joyous day. Now I realize small children and infants do not typically go in for a latte at the local coffee house, but people that have small children and infants do go in for a latte at the local coffee house. At the very least people, have a couple high chairs and booster seats for us poor soles. So, I ended up having to get the muffins and coffee to go and C and I went down into the food court, which has high chairs, to enjoy our breakfast, third choice as it is.
We had breakfast without further incident and then went grocery shopping, which was what it was. Amazingly, it was pretty uneventful as well, aside from them not having certain things, which is very normal for Giant. Now we are back home and trying to relax after a crazy and not too fun start to the day. Hopefully things pick of from here.
