At the Wolfgang Puck Express at the Minneapolis airport today, my family and I ordered lunch, and when we went to get a table, we realized that not a single table in the place was clean. Not one. I wiped one off myself, while the staff stood behind the counter and watched me. Pathetic, eh? I couldn't be bothered to call them out on it.
I'm on vacation, dammit.
Flight with NorthWorst was fine. That's as good as it gets with them, I think.
Dinner at Siesta Key Oyster Bar. The hostess wasn't hired for her skills. The server was good, once he finally got to our table. I'll give him some slack, the place was jammed. I've been in his shoes before.
The driver was the airport down here to Sarasota was excellent. Polite, nice, gave some recommendations for restaurants, didn't talk on her cell the whole time (she actually made a point of being very brief on the phone, much appreciated). We'll call her for a ride back when we leave next week.
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