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When I was young and had a bad day my parents used to tell me that it was because my “biorhythms” were off. I never really understood the concept, but it was a neat way of explaining why things weren’t going right.

Yesterday, our biorhythms were off.

We had our second open house in as many weeks. Nobody showed up for the first one, though it was raining all day. We advertised another one, both in the newspaper and via a yard sign (we live in a pretty well trafficed neighborhood and are the first house you see when entering it). We had two people show up, neither of which were interested in home buying. That was discouraging.

Couple in the fact that our relator called on Saturday informing us that the sellers ran into some trouble with their movers and wouldn’t be moved out of the house by Sunday night like they had previously told us. Luckily our contract has a $100 a day clause for each day they are late.

To cheer up the wife and to help clear my head we went for a drive last night. We passed the new house, saw a moving truck, and felt encouraged. I talked her into going out to eat at Ruby Tuesdays, because we both like the salad bar and burgers.

The past few times we’ve gone, we order a burger and two salad bars, then split the burger. This time was no exception.

The salad bar was pretty trachy. They didn’t have mixed greens, which is something I really like. There were noticably a lot of containers just “missing” from the bar. And the station at the end that is normally filled with croutons and stuff was mostly empty (we snagged the last 10 or so croutons). There was a guy who was replenishing stuff, but he was refilling things that weren’t even half empty yet.

The burger came out rare. I mean extremely rare. We like rare food, preferring our steaks medium rare and burgers the same, and had ordered this one medium rare. This thing was well undercooked. Neither of us are complainers, but I wasn’t going to eat uncooked meat. I touched the burger middle with my finger, and it was still cold.

I told the waiter, and he looked at his card and read off the description of “medium-rare” to me. Yeah dude, I understand that most of your customers are morons, but this thing isn’t cooked. I could have scooped out the middle of the burger and made it into its own separate patty for cooking.

So he took it back. Now, this was a bit of an odd situation because in order to find out the burger was rare we had cut the whole thing in half to split. So we really had two 1/2 burgers that we sent back. Further more, it was a tall burger with lots of fixings and mushrooms and cheese and wouldn’t be easy to put back together. The waiter didn’t seem to think they’d be able to do much with it, which was fine with me. Cook me a new one dude, and I’ll be happy.

Except they didn’t. They cooked that one for us and put it back to gether as much as they could. Of course, this time the burger was well overdone, probably because they thought we were a couple of morons who didn’t understand what medium rare really meant. Furthermore, they didn’t really remake it. The cheese had basically all fallen off and they didn’t restock. Same with the mushrooms. THye just kind of threw it back together.

Now, the waiter offered to have the manager talk to us, but we both wanted the burger and it was fine enought to eat, so I waived it off. But, the whole experience was a trach.

It was just a bad day for the biorhythms, I suppose.

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