My disappointment in learning that Pattie’s Home Plate Cafe soon will be closing up shop for good didn’t last long, as today on a very busy Labor Day, despite my asking permission to grab a booth that hadn’t yet been cleared off from the previous customer and explaining that I saw it was busy and I wasn’t in any rush, I then proceeded to sit ignored for more than half an hour, during the last half of which two parties who came in after me had their orders taken. Lesson learned: don’t bother thinking of other people’s needs, since they will just forget you exist anyway. Having now stormed out, leaving behind my untouched coffee, really they could just shut down tomorrow. All it would mean is that rather than losing the only place I can afford both to eat out and then also linger with the laptop without taking up too much space in a month, I’d lose it tomorrow. Which, for all intents and purposes I have, because now I can’t go back anyway, and also this literally is the one red line I insist restaurants not cross, and I’ve quit two restaurants in the past over exactly this issue. Even I know that I can’t just stay home all the time, and I don’t want to stay home all the time, but between effectively being told today that I don’t exist and the only place I can afford shutting down, I don’t know what, exactly, I’m supposed to do. All I know is that I went from being, for once, well-rested because somehow I managed to sleep until almost noon, to hungry, to hungry and anxious, to hungry and anxious and angry, to angry and depressed. And somehow I have to get through the entire day still ahead.
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