Downside Up
An imaginary meal at a restaurant
So my dad and mum came to visit me for the weekend. I took them to a restaurant for dinner where the staff forgot to bring my dad a fork and knife, so we asked for a new pair. It took them a while to bring it, so he decided that this was a bad restaurant. I, on the other hand, thought that deciding on the quality of a restaurant shouldn't be so simple, so I told him that this was not a white and black issue, that it was more complicated.
Anyway, we left the restaurant after we finished our meals and in the car continued the discussion. My dad argued that later or sooner they would run out of business because of poor service; while my mother, after carefully considering all the cons and pros, thought that, large and by, they were okay.
There was a car accident, so the traffic was bad, but we got home sound and safe and had a cup of tea.
I can't continue anymore. So weird... And in case you're wondering why I did something like this, here it goes: I have so much time on my hands that I previously spent with (in, on?) my addiction, I don't know what else to do with it. But it's normal, I guess. The transition periods are always painful.
So my dad and mum came to visit me for the weekend. I took them to a restaurant for dinner where the staff forgot to bring my dad a fork and knife, so we asked for a new pair. It took them a while to bring it, so he decided that this was a bad restaurant. I, on the other hand, thought that deciding on the quality of a restaurant shouldn't be so simple, so I told him that this was not a white and black issue, that it was more complicated.
Anyway, we left the restaurant after we finished our meals and in the car continued the discussion. My dad argued that later or sooner they would run out of business because of poor service; while my mother, after carefully considering all the cons and pros, thought that, large and by, they were okay.
There was a car accident, so the traffic was bad, but we got home sound and safe and had a cup of tea.
I can't continue anymore. So weird... And in case you're wondering why I did something like this, here it goes: I have so much time on my hands that I previously spent with (in, on?) my addiction, I don't know what else to do with it. But it's normal, I guess. The transition periods are always painful.
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