In 1980 I was sitting in a restaurant booth - the walless kind -- with Mom because the food was good and unambitious and the price reasonable since she was paying because I was still a kid. It was one of those, there's something on the menu that everyone will like kind of places.
An older couple sat in the next booth and the waitress came over to take their order. The gentleman inquired about the ham. "Is the ham salty?" and following a well-it's-ham response said "I don't like salty ham" and then there was more involving the lady ordering ham and finally the gentleman ordering ham, too.
It came to mind because when the check came the gentleman said "the ham was salty" but went on about how he didn't like salty ham and could only eat most of it. I have no idea about the tip and it was the days before online restaurant reviews so there wasn't that either.
A monastery is not a spa or a resort or a hotel. The care a care person provides is spiritual care. And even if though the ham was salty and the author doesn't like salty ham, the care person's "you'll live" was right. And if it the experience caused the author to delay their complaint for a year and half and to tone it's self-indulgence down then maybe they got something out of it beyond a rationalization for stiffing the waitresses' tip.
It also reminds me why "you could die" signs must be posted at the edge of cliffs.
An older couple sat in the next booth and the waitress came over to take their order. The gentleman inquired about the ham. "Is the ham salty?" and following a well-it's-ham response said "I don't like salty ham" and then there was more involving the lady ordering ham and finally the gentleman ordering ham, too.
It came to mind because when the check came the gentleman said "the ham was salty" but went on about how he didn't like salty ham and could only eat most of it. I have no idea about the tip and it was the days before online restaurant reviews so there wasn't that either.
A monastery is not a spa or a resort or a hotel. The care a care person provides is spiritual care. And even if though the ham was salty and the author doesn't like salty ham, the care person's "you'll live" was right. And if it the experience caused the author to delay their complaint for a year and half and to tone it's self-indulgence down then maybe they got something out of it beyond a rationalization for stiffing the waitresses' tip.
It also reminds me why "you could die" signs must be posted at the edge of cliffs.