Today was the calm before the Labor Day storm of tourists.
At the JPH we had a fairly long waitlist but nothing too out of the ordinary. I didn't spend any time out in the parking lot so I don't have any great stories to report. I do have a pretty good waitlist story, though.
While I was adding guests to the waitlist, a man with a confused and angry look on his face came up to the counter and started off our exchange with, "There never used to be a waitlist here!"
I replied, "Well, it is August which is a very busy..." until he cut me off.
"There never used to be a waitlist," the gentleman shot back as he shook his head.
"What time of year do you usually co--..."
"There never used to be a waitlist."
Finally at this point, his wife had had enough and asked if I would add them to the waitlist. I did so, but as I was typing in their information, the gentleman asked me, "Who can I talk to that will care about this?"
Realizing that nothing good was going to come out of this exchange, I diplomatically passed him on to the host and floor manager by giving away their approximate position inside the restaurant.
As he and his wife were heading out, he assured me, "Don't worry, Adam, I know it's not your fault. It's just the new management you work for."
Now, for the record, Edie and Jami, both seasoned JPH info booth veterans, have informed me that the waitlist this year hasn't even been close to the 2-hour waitlists of past seasons. I think Mr. "There never used to be a waitlist" must have a foggy memory or somehow miraculously managed to come at the very few times in August when the demand for tables didn't outweigh the supply of them.
After work and dinner, Ally and I went for a hike up to the ridge of Penobscot. It was a pretty night for a hike. Fortunately, we made it back just in time for God and Fudge Club and before it became scary dark outside.
Rick and I rounded out the roster tonight at GFC (God and Fudge Club). For the morning meeting, no one made it so I started reading a book I picked up at the library used book sale. The book is The Heart of Christianity by Marcus Borg. He is a highly regarded author in my circle of United Methodist friends and mentors so I figured it was about time to read some of his work.
Anyway, back to tonight, Rick and I played the "Perspective" cards game in which we choose the card that best represents our beliefs on topics about the nature of God, human nature, the source of spiritual truth, who Jesus was/is, and the meaning and purpose of life. We had similar, but not identical, answers which lead to a really great discussion. Since we didn't have any females with us, the fudge went virtually untouched.
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