Random Excerpt

Because this blog is titled as it is, I have included this excerpt from some writing I'm doing.

In July Hilary and I took a trip through Eastern Canada.  The following is an observation from a cafe we stopped at outside Kejimkujik National Park in Nowheresville, Nova Scotia.

We overheard a fellow patron complaining about the service to her husband.  Of course we weren't sure where she hailed from, but based on her dress and attitude, we pegged her as an over-privileged, city-dwelling, heiress to the throne of entitlement.  I may be out of line, but at the very least we felt bad for her lapdog husband.  The look in his ever-weary eyes seemed to cry out "I still can’t believe I married her."   She didn't seem like one of those "shit happens" types.  She was more of the "everything better be perfect or you're gonna hear about it" type.  We discussed her and those like her as she complained about the soup selection, lack of half-sandwiches, and slow service to her now brain-dead partner.  At least she gave us something to talk about. 

After eating and leaving a nice tip for the poor waiter/counter-service boy, (we assumed he would be getting exactly nothing from Queen Victoria to our left), we were on our way on Nova Scotia 8 South.