Once again, I can only give credit where credit is due.
First of all, most of the credit for this blog goes to the inspirational encouragement of my darling cousin Ken. A little credit goes to the guy names Guido who made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Secondly, I must thank the teachings of King Stephan for the deeply embedded need to always do and say the proper thing. The title says it all. Goodness. Gracious. Me.
So no matter how drunk and mouthy the golfers are on men's night, I smile and bring them another round. No matter how cheap the seniors are and how they complain about the price of coffee ($1.25 - unlimited refills and who the hell knew that men who should be suffering from prostrate trouble can still consume on average 4.6 cups per sitting) I smile and bring them another round.
No matter how the golfers who like to do 18 holes a day for 6 months of the year complain about the fee of $350.00 which would work out to less than $2.00 a round. I smile and make a joke.
No matter how the employees complain about missing their alotted 20 minute coffee break and how it was someone else's job to fill the ketchup and clean the grill. I smile and encourage them and assure them that they are doing a bang up job and are in the running for employee of the month.
No matter how much grief I endure, I smile and am gracious. Cause King Stephen raised me to be nice and get along. Well King Stephen, thanks a lot.
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