Today our friends Bonnie & Steve from Quail Run arrive to get their motorhome worked on. They are parked right next door to us so this should prove to be a good time. Steve thinks they’ll be here overnight and that tomorrow they will be on their way. Silly man. He doesn’t realize that he’s in Lazy Days and that this service department is aptly named!
Bonnie arrived a few hours later than Steve and we to leave shortly after she arrived to pick up our 5th wheel from the body shop. To their credit they did a beautiful job on taking care of the spider cracks and buffing out a section that didn’t look so great from the factory. All is good now as far as that area is concerned.
When we returned a half hour later we settled in with our chairs and snack tables set up in between our rigs and talked the afternoon away.
We decided to go to the restaurant on the property. Florizona is its name. We arrived around six and were greeted by a server at a table who called out to us, “Somebody will be with you guys in a minute.” I cringed. We were seated promptly and were asked, “What can I get you guys to drink?” I cringed again. This is truly a pet peeve of mine. If you go into a pizza parlor and lay down twenty five bucks for a pizza and a pitcher and your server is a 17 year old teenager, well, you kind of expect to hear you guys. It isn’t right, but expected all the same. When we are going to lay down over a hundred dollars for dinner four, you guys is NOT expected or acceptable, in my book. Ever. Bonnie and Steve both ordered the walleye and Bob and I ordered the top sirloin steak. Shoe leather would have been more palatable. In hindsight, we should have sent them back but we didn’t because Bonnie & Steve had their dinners and were eating already. Yep, we should have sent them back.
After dinner we spent the evening in our outdoor living room and talked the night away.