Last night had a pleasant meal at a local (Santa Fe, NM) restaurant. Waiter introduced himself: “I’m Rodney. I’ll be your server for tonight.”
When did this nonsense begin? Why the intro? I don’t need a new friend. I need my water glass refilled. End of meal. My new best friend Rodney looks at my plate: “Still working on that?”
Yes. With a pick, shovel and jackhammer. What happened to: “May I remove your plate, Sir?”… All part of the desperate dumbing down that’s given us Sarah Palin, the Tea Party, Hot Pockets and Lite, Lite, Lite everything.
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