Call for concern
We went to Tuscaloosa on saturday for Phil's Gran's birthday party. She's so far gone in alzheimer's now that it was sort of a moot point.
Anyway, when we got back at around 8:30 there was a message on the answering machine. It was from the manager of the Plantation House restaurant, the place that serves German food on Fridays. They were concerned that we hadn't been there in a few weeks! Wow, how's that for customer relations? Phil called the restaurant, and they were still there, so he talked to Sheri for a few minutes, letting her know that we'd been out of town for the past 3 weeks, and that we were OK.
We were so tickled.
Anyway, when we got back at around 8:30 there was a message on the answering machine. It was from the manager of the Plantation House restaurant, the place that serves German food on Fridays. They were concerned that we hadn't been there in a few weeks! Wow, how's that for customer relations? Phil called the restaurant, and they were still there, so he talked to Sheri for a few minutes, letting her know that we'd been out of town for the past 3 weeks, and that we were OK.
We were so tickled.