The concert was excellent, but the performers (I heard from another attendee) didn’t want the audience to sit down. Thus, the chairs were not set up, and my foot still hurts. A lot. I’ll take some pills in a minute.
We had fish tacos for dinner, and then we went to the cat cafe, where Patrick had a coffee and I had lemonade, and we watched cats ignoring people who had paid to hang around in the “cat lounge” part.
The performers don’t seem to know what the “D-word” is: Discrimination. In not setting up chairs, they’re discriminating against those with (even minor) disabilities. But then, I’m sensitive to that, having had to learn a lot of the ADA laws when I worked in transportation.
I’m sorry about your foot. Did the pills help?
Just got back from breakfast with my FS, and bless his heart, he was kind to me. I picked up a few grocks (that Walmart doesn’t carry) and got some quarters, though I only got two rolls because Customer Service wasn’t open yet. At least this replaces some that I “loaned” to Mona on Sunday.
The waitress at the cafe wasn’t paying attention and didn’t get my order right, so there was some confusion, and FS said he heard me order the Senior Breakfast. (I can’t possibly eat the same breakfast he eats!!) It was fixed, though, so no harm, no foul. The waitress apologized and though I felt it wasn’t necessary, I also know that the apology was necessary. It’s just good for business.
Breakfast was nice, as it always is with him, so that was a good start to my day.