I hate Bad Service

Today, I took Grandma to Rascal House, because we like it there. Besides, it's an Institution in these parts. The food is always good. The service is generally surly but efficient.

The service was inexplicably horrible today. Grandma hates when I make a scene or the manager would have heard about it. I had the last say. I left a very tiny tip ($3) and on the credit card receipt I wrote (where it can't be removed without damaging the receipt) "Great Food, Horrible Service" -- I hope his boss sees it.

Of course, I will go again because it's a great place to go for very filling, overpriced breakfast.

-- Eric

Medical Crap

Yeah, whatever. I had a horrible medical experience earlier this month. I wrote very testy snail-mail letters to my soon-to-be ex-doctor and CVS Pharmacy. I will spare you the bloody (literally) details of what started this all and fail to mention it continues. I am in search of an excellent dermatologist who actually gives a shit about his patients.

Be that as it may, I was actually shocked to hear from both the doctor in question (who did not apologize or even make an excuse) but he did want to see me again. I am undecided. I also received three e-mails from CVS's corporate office indicating they are investigating. Although it's too late for me (not in a fatal way) maybe no other patient will be put through the hell I experienced.

-- E