I don’t handle frustrations well. A story or two to make that point…
When we lived in the New Orleans area, a few blocks from my house was a diner which had received rave reviews from the Times-Picayune. The owner, a master chef from some New Orleans restaurant, knows his business, we read. So, when a pastor friend suggested we meet for lunch, we decided on that cafe. When he had to cancel at the last minute, I went alone.
I entered, saw the place was fairly crowded, and took a stool at the counter. After maybe two or three minutes, I hailed a woman busing tables and asked for a soft drink. She brought it, I studied the menu, and I waited for a waiter or waitress. Ten minutes later, I dropped a couple of bucks on the counter and walked out. With service like that–okay, a lack of service–they’ll not be in business long. If that is indeed indicative of how things are there.
As Yogi Berra said of a certain restaurant, “Nobody goes there any more; it’s too crowded.”