Two Complaints

What? Did you think it was going to be all roses and daisies when I reappeared on my own blog?

1. I often get upset at myself because even though my few friends think of me as adventurous, I'm not. I'm a big scaredy cat. Mark would be happy to confirm. One of the hurdles I'm trying to jump is ordering the same food over and over at places I frequent.
There is a newer cafe in my neighborhood that I'm starting to visit more in order to avoid an old demon. I'm a huge fan of their variation of The Cuban Sandwich. A delicious concoction that I would happily suggest to my friends who are interested in such foods. But-I always order the Cuban sandwich.
Today, headed home to two animals and no humans I went in to order and forced myself to order The Thanksgiving. Turkey, cranberry mayo, stuffing. How can any lover of holiday meals not try this sandwich?

IT SUCKED.

Some old, shredded turkey sprinkled on top of a sad excuse of homemade stuffing. It was basically mushed bread served on a hero with some turkey shreds thrown on top. I would never go back there if the Cubans weren't so tasty and the coffee delicious. Sigh.

2. For some reason I have a need to trust commercials. I want to believe! I'm not talking about the late night basic cable commercials that are so ridiculous that anyone who orders that crap from some PO Box in New Jersey plus shipping and handling deserves whatever bull-crap product they get. I'm talking about commercials like the new Scotts Turf Builder commercial.
You know...the one where some good ol' average suburban white guys and one woman thrown in for good measure are talking about how they never thought about feeding their lawn in the fall, but hey! It turns out to be the greatest idea for your lawn EVER. Wow, Scotts, thank you.
I want to believe that the plaid t-shirt wearing men who love Sunday football, drive a Chevy Tahoe, and love to barbecue on their expansive, over watered emerald lawns really do spend their free time feeding their lawns in the fall. I'm totally ready to believe that these are real, happy customers.

BUT SUDDENLY the red-headed dude who plays the cable installation man in the Verizon FiOS commercials shows up and my bubble bursts. Dude! You messed it all up. Now I know it's all just a big corporate fib. I'm glad you are having a successful commercial acting career (I saw you trying to pay a restaurant tab with pennies too) but you're really starting to mess up the believable factor for me.

There...I'm done.