Day 76

One thing that any family-restaurant server can attest to is the number of arguments and breakups they witness over the course of their shifts. I worked at Denny's for several years, and I couldn't possibly count the couples who came in just to eat a bite or two of their meals, and fight the rest of the time.

And for all you couples out there, people do notice. Simply lowering your voices doesn't do a lick of good, the vibe of emotional tension and conflict is palpable, everybody near you knows exactly what is happening, especially the mild mannered individual who serves your food. Your server will go and tell his/her server friends, and they will discretely walk by your table just to get a little taste of the fight. They will make predictions, even bets as to who will storm out, and who will be stuck with the bill.

My Grandmother (who, incidentally, thinks the whole notion of blogging to be ridiculous) gave me some very good advice just yesterday. "Jared, it's the eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not take part in bad scenes."
Ah, yet another commandment I've failed to keep. That's seven out of eleven that I haven't kept:

1. You shall have no other gods before me: yes (atheist)
2. You shall not make for yourself an idol: no
3. You shall not make wrongful use of the name of your God: no
4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy: no
5. Honor your Father and Mother: yes
6. You shall not murder: yes!
7. You shall not commit adultery: no (at least, in my 'own heart')
8. You shall not steal: no
9. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor: yes
10. You shall not covet your neighbor's house/wife: no
11. You shall not take part in bad scenes: no

Could be worse.

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Anonymous said…
Well, I am truly honoured to be your mother!
10:05 PM
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