Learning how my job is supposed to be done when I'm not running around like a lunatic.
I'm checked in
and decided that Cracker Barrel was my best bet for dinner (did I mention I'm in Jacksonville??)
I ordered the meatloaf (still trying to find Mom's meatloaf --
where was I
ah
I ordered meatloaf -- and steak fries -- and hash brown casserole (leamme alone -- I wanted comfort food) with the country green beans and cornbread muffins.
Sad, dry meatloaf with a smear of ketchup on the top -- mushy green beans -- hard muffins (if these are just like grandma used to make -- grandma was a crap cook)
I look over at the table to the left and I see a little old lady -- in her 80's with a dowager's hump. She's wearing light brown pants -- like me, and a purple top (i almost wore mine today) and is having the meatloaf...
by herself.
like me.
It made me feel a little sad.
Which is ridiculous -- -I'm not this lady -- I'm not going to be this lady.
I'm just feeling overwhelmed and I'm tired and really really hate eating alone. (which is the lecture I gave myself as I buttered those hard dry muffins)
I had cheered myself up when the waitress came by and said, " Gee! you two should have sat together!!"
I'm going to start sitting up straight right away.
