Happy Father's Day!
Monday, June 18, 2007Dear Management,
The entrance to your establishment smells of urine, my babe's highchair was covered in the filth from former babes, beetles fell from the ceiling above our table (seriously), the waitress could not differentiate between apple juice and milk (which was sour), our bill was incorrectly totalled (not once, but twice, resulting in a 10% discount, so thank you for that...)and my shoes stuck to the floors of the bathroom (which I was afraid to look too closely at). Needless to say, you have some work to do before we return again. Please do not send any coupons as a favour. We will return after you have undergone substantial renovations.
On Father's Day, we took the Great Canadian Railway through the countryside to Truro. Travelling by train in Canada is a big deal; not like Europe, where it is a rather common thing to do. It was the Babe's first trip on a train, and I thought he would explode from the excitement. In the car, asleep on the drive back home again, he was muttering "train...train...TRAIN" in his dreams. Good things always have to come to an end. Why is that, anyway?
11:44 AM
Great Father's day!! I definitely think you should fill it out.