We had decided the night before to have breakfast in Dunedin, FL before continuing to St. Petersburg, FL to see if Pet Pal had any small dogs for adoption. Pit bulls, mixed pit bulls, pits, pits pits in my juice juice juice! [a reference to the Odd Couple with Tony Randall & Jack Klugman.] I’ll continue later with the Pet Pal experience.
We arrived at the café located near the library. Walking by the side of the building facing Douglas Avenue. After parking in the rear of the building, and while passing through the café’s front courtyard, I noticed many couples having breakfast. One caught my attention. In the seconds I had to spare since I was not going to waste any more time observing their behavior, was a 50+ years old man and a woman perhaps a generation younger. He was stroking her arm slowly from her wrist to her axilla, the part that smells when we perspire, the underside of her upper arm. Her arm pit! I went past them quickly and saw other couples looking up at us. It’s funny how quickly people look away when being caught staring. We entered a nearly empty restaurant. Only one table was taken. Two women sat having breakfast with one typing on an I Pad.
Our waitress arrived [Christie]. We were greeted while I opened the Tampa Bay Times to separate the section with the crossword puzzle. Menus were given and orders were taken for drinks. Coffee for Michele and Ice Water with a lemon for me. So far so good. While reading about Prince dying and…Doug Hughes of Ruskin, the gyrocopter idiot pilot who flew in protest into Washington, D.C., and the Allegiant CEO, Maurice Gallagher who was in St. Petersburg at the Marriott, speaking about the ‘bad summer’ his company had last year (2015). Growing pains is what he calls, emergency landings, engine problems, maintenance delays, and pilots who didn’t want to fly his elderly poorly maintained jets.
Growing pains indeed! The stock price for his company is at an all time high but soon will decline when he starts to switch to the “newer” Airbus. The management team has been replaced and by 2020 he plans to hire five new mechanics to work out of the Pinellas County market. “We’ve always been safe. And we will continue to work with the FAA and audit our own practices.”
The host of this event was Sen. Jack Latvala, who flies to Bangor, Maine on Allegiant.
From the Marriott, CEO Maurice Gallagher headed to the Sirata Beach Resort in. St. Pete Beach for the company’s annual station meeting. It was the first time in this company’s history that the “annual station meeting” was held outside of Las Vegas, Nevada.
Allegiant is based in Las Vegas where Roulette, and other games of chance are played.
Notice how much Maurice talked about customer service? He claims he invests and “reinvests in our pilots.” Thank G_d, he hired competent flyers or his airline would have been grounded indefinitely if all his growing pains had touched the earth with more force.
Defending Allegiant, the senator actually complained bout the investigative reporting of the Tampa Bay Times.
Copy paragraph “the airlines…” Please see picture below.
Soon after reading this I head a loud dry cough coming from a zaftig waitress who happened to be bent over pushing her breasts almost over her black blouse.
My breakfast hadn’t yet arrived and I began to worry if Typhoid Mary was still alive.
At this point I was reading “No Trump, but presence looms large at GOP event.” Another politician was present at this event, Governor R. Scott of Florida, who wouldn’t mention the missing elephant in the room, instead he talked about “jobs,”‘and chided all the Republican candidates for failing to make that the central campaign issue. I bet he didn’t mention the Florida Panther…
Hair tied in a bun, tattoo on left arm just above the elbow, dressed all black, taking quick nervous short steps while serving customers outside and inside was, “I don’t want to get anyone sick.” As she was saying this she was wiping her nose with a finger, then blowing her nose with a soft paper product, then wiping her hands on her ample gluteus maximus. All this behind the counter near the small prep area.
She flew past us on her way out the other door that still slams shut. She returned to enter an order and coughed yet again. I leaned back, turned my head to the right to see if she was the same suspect. “Now she’s here to contaminate this area,” I told Michele.
By now I had seen her cough into her hand, grab a carafe, pour coffee, wipe her nose with her index finger various times, clean her hands on her ass and not once did she wash her hands. “Where’s the owner,” I asked Michele. “Are you going to say something to our waitress about her colleague?
The bill arrived and Michele hadn’t even been given a refill! “Please ask me if I want coffee,” she tells me, “before bringing the check.”
Listening to the music playing in the background was Sting’s Every Breath You Take…I’ll be watching you at 9:45 A.M. A coincidence and ironic because I was watching her and scribbling notes on top of No Trump, but …
And then three ladies walked in. Mother,daughter and granddaughter. “Where do you want to sit,” Grandma asked the baby.
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