Can it get worse?

I can only hope Monday is much better than Sunday was. God yesterday was horrible. If I would have just not made that stupid long drive from one end of Kansas City to the other, it all would have been avoided. Sure, it would have been boring, but at least it would have saved a lot of gas, a lot of heartache and some money.

I can’t leave Buffalo Wild Wings tonight, simply because it’s The Pulse, and I’m going for my third consecutive national high score. I was four points shy of a perfect 30,000 last week. If one of my preferred waitresses isn’t there, I’ll simply tell whoever’s on duty to ignore my table. I just don’t want a male server. I don’t trust them. Most of them are rude anyway.

Going to pack it up and make that long trip again. Worried. Really worried.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on August 11, 2014, in Personal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: