OT gumpy old fart rant

When I go into Home Depot, I'm normally stopped by two or three employees
who ask if I'm finding what I need, and, if I'm not, they usually take the
time to walk me to the spot I can find it. I think that's fairly decent
service, but that's just me.

Then again, there is "too much of a good thing." Last night, whilst
waiting for my daughter to get to her apartment so I could help her
pack it up (semester is over, she's coming home for the Summer), I
went to Red Robin for a burger. On three sucessive bites I was asked
how every thing was going. Once by the waitress, once by the
assistant manager and finally by the manager. At each query, I had
just taken a bite. When I was finally able to speak with an expectant
manager hovering over my table, I explained the situation and told her
that I would just like to eat and please could I be left in peace.
Frank Reid