Well, then, you mustn’t be reading and I am terribly offended.
So, it’s a small town, right? I decide to make nice with the owner and give him a call to chat.
He was fabulous. Explained about a power outage on the block that took out his cooler (and thus a few items on the menu) and his credit card machine. Plus, his main guy on the floor had to leave unexpectedly as his brother was in a car accident. He admitted it was a bad night for the place. “After you left I sent the waitress out to find you and tell you that since the credit card machine wasn’t working you could just come back and pay on Monday.”
Just come back and pay on another day?
That’s several times now that I’ve been offered the “honor system” here in town when it comes to purchasing merchandise, and now food.
He was incredibly apologetic and offered desserts on the house next time we come in.
I’ll take it. On a day I do a long run . . .