Patrick

Before I mention Patrick I have to talk a little about my weekend. Everyone down here made fun of me because I went home to harvest. And that was really the only reason. I didn't get to ride in the combine or go to the elevator at all last year and it was pretty devastating. It was the first year in my life that I didn't get to. So I went home. I was pretty excited because I was going to make really good time and get home about 9:30 Friday night. But then I got stuck in a traffic jam and didn't make it until 11:00. Here's the story, whether you want to hear it or not. About 5:00 in the afternoon a moving van driver fell asleep at the wheel and crossed over from the southbound lane into northbound and hit two cars. Two college girls in one car were killed and a couple from Florida in the other car were severely injured. I was sitting there from about 6:00 to 7:20. About 9:00 it was still backed up and a semi came up on it too fast and hit four more cars and killed one more guy. So that was that. Kinda scary because it was another reminder that you just never know how much time you have left.
Anyways, so I had a really good time at home spending time with my family. It was relaxing and low key and just really good.
Now onto Patrick. Yesterday was Jena's birthday so we went out to Logan's for supper. Our waiter's name was Patrick. 40ish, balding, comb-over, with not so cool looking glasses. He was just a little too eager to be our waiter. He brought us our rolls (there were three of them) and we each had one and 1/2. Then he came and asked us if we wanted more, to which we said no. So then he proceeds to tell us "Oh, okay. Well now that you've eaten them, there's 160 calories in each roll before butter." I mean seriously- who does that? I told him he wasn't getting a good tip after that. But he did though. I wasn't very mean. But I was kind of annoyed with him. Oh well. It tasted good.