Today was an impulsive day. I decided I needed a loveseat for my office to replace the uncomfortable chair that I had in there, so after a morning full of meetings I convinced big_biff to go shopping at secondhand stores with me. We went to the Habitat retail store, Salvation Army, a local furniture store and finally, a local secondhand furniture store in downtown. I found a hideously wonderful 70's wooden monstrosity and declared it mine. $45 and some help from Bill and his truck later, it was in my office. It's soooooo ugly and I LOVE IT. Now I just have to replace my ailing fridge with something smaller and probably reupholster the cushions on my loveseat. They're hunter green with little flowers, which clashes with my zebra rug.

I swear, my office is a coordinated matchy-matchy fan's nightmare. I like junk and lots of it.

After finding the couch, we went out in search of a smaller fridge. I even ventured into WalMart for the first time in months but didn't buy anything. I think more shopping online is in order before I support the Evil Empire. The fridge was a bust, so we went over to April and Bill's to hang out and have dinner. I chased their cat Potato around the apartment and scritched his fat kitty belly. We decided to go to a restaurant in downtown Urbana for dinner, one that we've gone to before and really enjoyed.

It was not so enjoyable this time. The service was totally shitty and the food wasn't as good as last time. We even complained to the manager about our waiter, who told us she'd let him know and even brought big_biff a free beer to try to improve his mood. The waiter hustled more, but the service didn't really improve and he made some unnecessarily sarcastic comments to us. Bill chose to not leave him a tip.

Let me stop my tale here and say: I never, ever stiff waiters. I haven't had service so poor that I thought a tip was out of order, but this time I wasn't paying the check. We left the restaurant and walked across the street, peering into the window of an art gallery there at the glass sculptures. Suddenly we heard a door slam and a really angry voice yell, "HEY! Thanks for the TIP!" The waiter had left the restaurant to follow us out into the street to yell about not getting tipped.

Any sympathy I had for the tool pretty much evaporated at that point. Bill called the restaurant afterwards, talking to the nice manager again. Apparently this jerk waiter had been bitching about us in the back from the first time he got reprimanded by the manager and the tip thing just sent him over the edge. She also told us that she was going to talk to the owner about this guy's behavior. I mean, seriously. I figured we'd be the topic of a heated conversation when we left -- I expected that. I didn't expect to be followed out of the restaurant and screamed at.

I'm not ever going back there, which really sucks as the food is good and the manager/bartender who was helpful was amazing and really, really knew about beer. I'm all for giving someone the benefit of the doubt, but apparently I shouldn't always.

Yeesh. Anyway, I think it's bedtime for me.