Sunday, March 08, 2009

Not Your Grandpa's Great Depression

We had to wait for a table at the Foster City IHOP this morning. An IHOP breakfast costs more than a Mickey D's McMuffin or a Starbucks croissant, but the booth was comfortable, coffee was served in a mug, and I could browse through the Sunday paper. Our waiter cleared the plates and presented the bill promptly, the first time in memory that I felt rushed.

It's good to see local businesses doing well, and I support them as much as I can. I could have had some oatmeal at home, but it's my patriotic duty to go out and spend(shades of 9/11). Can't stuff the money in my mattress.

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