Queen of Rambles

Does anyone eat at Sizzlers? It’s obvious a lot of people do. We ate there today and the place was packed. I just don’t understand why. Why, why, WHY?????

Honestly, they have the most disgusting food in the universe. It’s fast, processed, frozen food in a mid-scale environment with outrageous prices. Why do people eat there?

My grandma thinks it’s the best restaurant in town, mainly because she’s completely delusional. When she wants to treat us to something extra special she insists we go there. I haven’t been in years because it finally got to the point where I just refused to go. Even the salad is bad! How can that be?

But today my Sizzler boycott was broken. I decided it was easier to just agree and go there instead of explain again that their food is worse than McDonald’s. I thought maybe something had changed. I thought maybe my 16 year old self just didn’t know what good food was and it would be ok. I thought I would survive.

No such luck. It was worse than ever and made me grouchy and sick. I didn’t have to wonder if the bad food was my imagination because Mike whispered that it was the most disgusting meal he’d eaten in years. And he’s not picky. Next time my grandma wants to buy us something “special” I guess she’ll have to take us to Denny’s even if she doesn’t have a $3.99 coupon for them. Even that $3.99 is too much for a Sizzler meal. I’d rather eat at McDonald’s. At least their salad doesn’t taste fake.

Can you tell I had a great day?

The stress started when the phone rang during a bit of private time. How is it the woman can always manage to call during private time. And she can’t just leave a message like “please call me when you get the chance.” Oh no. Instead she has to do that thing that I’ve already illustrated once. The yelling. Dear Lord, the yelling. “CARRIE!!!!!!!! CARRIE!!!!!!!! ANSWER THE PHONE! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ANSWER RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” That’s just want you want to hear screeching through the whole house when you’re trying to have some private time. Even if it wasn’t private time there’s no way I would pick up the phone with her doing that. It’s completely inappropriate behavior and I don’t reward inappropriate behavior by doing what the person wants me to do. I could be standing right there with my hand on the phone about to dial her number, but I hear that and it’s over. She’ll just have to wait.

You know what the really funny thing is? She thinks my mom and I are the ill mannered morons. Today my mom was saying that she wanted to learn karate so she could go up and kick someone in the face. She was mainly joking and it wasn’t as violent as it sounds. My grandma freaked out and tried to explain to Mike that my mom was joking then she gave my mom a lesson about not embarrassing us at the lunch table. How, pray tell, was that embarrassing? What’s really embarrassing is when you’ve finished a nice dinner in a busy restaurant and it’s time to leave the tip. Instead of discreetly laying down enough tip to be decent, she starts yelling loudly. “OH MY GOD! WE CAN’T SPOIL THEM! YOU’LL SPOIL THEM!” Apparently leaving anything over 5% is spoiling. I always try to be the last one to leave the table so I can put down more of a tip, but it’s hard. She likes to be the last one to leave the table so she can take the extra tip. Don’t you think that’s an odd habit for someone who claims to be so honest? Of course, she doesn’t view it as stealing. She views it as “not spoiling” the wait staff. But I call it stealing, plain and simple.

ARGH!!!!

All of this rant, and I’ve only been with her for 2 hours this whole week. I can’t wait to move to Long Beach.

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