I’m back from Arizona.
Thursday I drove around the Phoenix area wasting gas, but ultimately looking at the housing that is available should I decide to relocate there. I must say that I’m not impressed with the west side of the area one bit, with the exception of Avondale, but that seemed quite a bit out from the center of town.I didn’t get a chance to look at the west side too much, but I’ve been hearing that Scottsdale is the high rent district, so perhaps somewhere adjacent to that city would be ideal?
Friday we drove up to Sedona and went hiking. It was a simple trail, but it was nice to get outside and take in the red rocks before the summer hits and it’s, well, hot. Sedona is pretty, but I don’t think I’d want to live there. Outside of hiking, there isn’t anything to do.
Saturday, we drove down to Tuscon, then drove up into the Santa Catalina mountains. I was amazed by this location, and have to say it would be the one redeeming feature about living in Tucson. Well that, and the fact it is about 40 miles from Mexico.
As you drive up into the hills you leave the cactus and desert climate to meander up into grass, then a bit of forest, followed by granite and absolutely unexpected in Arizona formations, then up into an alpine forest. We were at about 8,000 feet up the mountain and there was still some snow on the sides of the road. At the top of the mountain, all you could see below you was desert for MILES around. This was simply amazing.
Yesterday we flew back to Conservative Hell. It actually amazed me that it only took 3 hours and 15 minutes to make the trip from Phoenix to Capitol City airport, as the flight normally takes 4 hours.
That was the highlight of the day.
We went out to eat when we got back and I received the most deplorable service I have gotten from any establishment in quite some time. So bad that I left absolutely NO tip. The food was horrible and the service worse. I asked for an unsweetened iced tea and was served correctly the first time. On the refill I was brought sweet tea, that hideous concoction that only someone that shaves their NASCAR drivers number into their back hair would enjoy.
The server rarely appeared, and when we tried to get his attention he kept right on walking. When we were finally asked if everything was o.k., I replied that it wasn’t, and he promptly walked away.
It was farking pathetic!
Now, if the establishment had been busy, I would have overlooked quite a bit, but the place was far from busy, since mom and aunt Flossie prefer eating at a pig-pick on Mother’s Day, or so I’m guessing.
It’s been a decade since I stiffed on a tip, and I think this time they deserved such. I didn’t even get asked, “How was everything” as I paid the bill at the door.
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