Is it just me? or do you find it irritatingly smarmy when salesfolk at local import stores greet you at the door, shove a basket into your hands and invite you to “Enjoy!”  Do I look like a Kardasian? Shopping is probably an adventure sport for some, but I just wanted to come in and see if the store had any more of those square dinner plates I love.  “Enjoy?”

The takeaway for me was that I was being aggressively nudged into spending money. No one today—well maybe with the exception of Richard Brandson or Gwyneth Paltrow— “enjoys” parting with their money.

Okay, if you can’t relate to that, try this:
Last month I had a wonderful, accomplished,delicious lunch at a certain restaurant. A few nights ago we returned for dinner. Whoa, total sea change in terms of ambience (Marie Callender’s meets Outback Steakhouse), service (none, absent) and quality of the food (overseasoned in one case, and not completely cooked in another).  I don’t like raw carrots and “just opened the can” flavor in my slow-simmered stews. Sorry. That’s just me.

How could these two experiences coexist within the span of a mere month?

I’m guessing the restaurant is without a resident chef. Perhaps as a result of sequestration cost cutting.

(That was a joke.)

But the lost $75 was no joke.