I've always been known for my radical ideas. Not so much that my phone is tapped or I have to wear aluminum foil on my head to receive special signals. But enough so that some of my closest friends look at me askance, tilting their heads like confused woofs and say, "O come on Shuna! You don't really think that, do you?!"
I then look deep into their eyes and assess the terror level.
[Decide, based on its intensity, whether to say if I was joking or not.]
Don't get me started on people who smoke cigarettes. Or the death penalty. Or needle-exchange programs. Or our impending presidential election. Or the state of our over-fished oceans.
Believe me when I say you don't want to know what I think.
But this new KQED piece is on a much less serious note. I'm tired of hearing everyone's service sob stories about this waiter or that in that restaurant or mine or wherever! Go be a waiter! It's not an easy job! Go and be a floor manager and try training waiters in America! Or stop your moaning.
Or get your this-is-how-they-should-wait-on-me expectations in check.
You probably haven't even gotten this far into my snarky post. But if you have, check out my crazy idea at Bay Area Bites, KQED's food blog extraordinaire.