“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
All in all, a fun day. Bible study was edifying. Spent some time with G. Now to enjoy the last few minutes of my birthday and go to bed.
I sure had an interesting end to my birthday though. Our friend G, DH, DS, and I went to Portillo's since they sent me an email for a free slice of cake for my birthday. As we were getting ready to leave, the employee cleaning the dining area asked if DS was an accident or planned. DH and I were both shocked. DH played it off as a joke but was still taken aback.
I didn't speak to a manager as I don't feel the employee should get in trouble. I did send an email when I got home stating what happened and suggesting that proper customer interaction be covered in the next meeting. I would hate for that employee to say such a thing to someone else and get his head ripped off.