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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Diva? Or Good Tipper?

Diva? Or Good Tipper? 

I entered Coronas de Oro and the Hostess asked, "Only one?"
(One of my pet peeves. There is no "only." Only indicates pathetic loser. The correct question is, "Table for one?" Or  maybe "Will anyone be joining you?")

However, the Hostess gained mega points when she asked if I wanted my regular booth. (I haven't dined here in a couple of months.) I did not want my regular booth because there was only one other couple in the restaurant--and they were right next to my favorite booth. I don't like to be crowded. 

I chose a different booth and the Hostess garnered even MORE points when she asked, "Diet Dr Pepper, right?" Remember,  I haven't been here in over 2 months. 

My waiter, a cute boy named Alex came to take my order and noticed I had sipped some of my DDP (less than 1/5) and asked, "Would you like me to top off your Diet Dr Pepper?" (The way to my heart--and a big tip--is to remember what I'm drinking and keep my glass full. And again, he's not waited on me in over two months.)

With my order I had a couple of requests:  a damp paper towel (the edge of the table was sticky and I didn't want a too wet or stinky rag so I didn't tell him the rationale for my request), and a steak knife (I ordered the Jack Wraps--their version of Las Casas White Wings). 

Dinner was yummy. As usual I didn't finish it there. When I started to slow down Alex brought a to go container without having to be asked. And then asked, "May I top off your Diet Dr Pepper? Or do you want a large to go cup of it?" (Silly boy!  I told him "Both.") 

His tip was 35%. 

The funny thing is:  off the top of my head I can name three other restaurants in Belton and Temple where the waitstaff know I drink DDP--and remember it even when I don't come in for a couple of months at a time. 

Diva? Good Tipper?

Perhaps a little of both. 



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