So last night I posted a rant about restroom attendants and how much I hate dealing with them, even to the point where I’ll change my mind about going to a club that has them. A reader e-mailed me with a good point – at least they keep the bathrooms clean. He gave the example of a restaurant/club not far from where I live that lets its bathrooms get so disgusting (at least the men’s, no idea what the women’s rooms are like) that they’re practically unusable toward the end of the evening. It’s not a bad idea to have someone who makes sure paper towels are stocked, that the soap dispensers are filled, that toilets aren’t overflowing, etc.
On the other hand, I still hate feeling obligated to tip the attendant for doing things a 4-year-old could do for himself, such as squirting soap on my hands and getting me a towel. He’s there. You can’t avoid him. Well, you can, but only if you don’t wash your hands after using the restroom.
Anyway… don’t let my rant about the restroom attendant prevent you from trying out the Red Rooster if you haven’t already. I really like that place. Last night I watched owner Robby, Bobby paint a portrait of the band as they performed. I like places like that, where the club is an extension of the owner’s personality (that’s why I like Raiford’s so much, although he doesn’t own it anymore). Enjoyed watching the text-message banter on the monitors too.
It’s so cold outside that I wasn’t able to wear sandals to work today. That makes me unhappy. I’m a lot more productive when I’m able to wiggle my toes. I had better be compensated for this inconvenience with some snow.
No idea what I’ll be getting into tonight. Maybe I’ll research the options and do another post at lunchtime.