I went out to dinner the other evening at a new restaurant. I ordered oysters Rockefeller and conch fritters as appetizers. As I looked at the menu and wine list, it became clear that I would need to empty my Checking Accounts and take out a loan in order to pay for dinner. Judging by the size of the portions of the appeteasers, I would in all likely hood be going home hungry as well as broke. Quite possibly sober too. It pretty well sucked. Don’t get me wrong, it all tasted good. There just wasn’t enough of it. Now top that off with the service. The service was none I’ve ever experienced before that evening. It started with the overly perky hostess who screeched when she asked how many were in our party. My old man who wasn’t happy about moving from the couch, barked at her. “Open your fucuking eyes and learn how to count you coked up slut!” Then came the droll little man that was our server. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked. Again my old man snapped. “NO! We prefer to thirst to death while waiting for the menu you moron!” After we had finished our meal, the waiter asked if he could get anything else for us. Once more the anger welled up inside my other half. He yelled at him, “Get someone to pay this outrageous bill because I’m not!” Needless to say, I now have no money after posting bail.