2009 / may / 29
Have a wonderful day
Another good thing about Atlanta.
Jetlagged out of my skull, awake sinds three in the morning, I painfully worked my way down to the restaurant for a breakfast. I shared a little of my woes with my waiter, Patric, who was very sweet and sympathetic, having recently flown from New Zealand.
This little postit came with my bill. That was just the welcome I needed!
Needless to say, I overtipped graciously.
