skryche

Because I am in grumpy crank mode (imagine me, if you will, sitting, in my underwear, at a typewriter, smoking a cigarette, and writing Letter after Letter to the Editor), I shall share with you something that bothered me today. Hopefully, this won't become a habit.

I usually get my lunch at one of those lunch places that serves twelve different cuisines (and most of them mediocr... it.. al... ly) and the cashier girls have always been very friendly and chattery. Now, I've always realized that these sentiments are as genuine as a stripper that tells you how hot she thinks you are, but it's still vaguely pleasant even if you don't buy into it.

But today, I noticed that they're referring to us as "guests". As in, "will the next guest step down please?"

This leaves me cold. I'm happy being a customer! When you're treating me to lunch, then you can call me your guest.

(Puts out cigarette in paper cup half-way filled with cold coffee.)