Diner Views

I’m eating my cheap omelet in a diner where “with cheese” means a pale yellow square of American slapped on top. I can still see the wrinkles pressed into the “cheese” from the recently removed cellophane wrapper.

Eddie Rabbit’s “I Love a Rainy Night” rattles quietly above from crackling, overworked speakers.

The too-friendly waitress buzzes, smiling, from table to booth, flaming red fingernails highlighting all the yellow-gold rings on each hand.

Next to me four white-haired, gravel-voiced older men in work clothes loudly discuss old cars, old girlfriends, and how the government should be doing more to protect “intersex people.”

Wait… wut?

I love this town.


Balance and Budget

I just really enjoyed Daddy-daughter time with MOG (My Oldest Girl) last night. We did our typical dinner out then Half Price Books. She’s figured out that I will always buy her books. But lately I’ve given her a $10 limit each time. She’s getting really good at balancing price vs. value to stay within her budget. It’s cool to watch. Of course, a better financial lesson might be to not go out to eat every week. Oh, well. Baby steps.