I wait tables. I hate it. It pays my bills. It's not that I don't like people, or meeting new people, I just hate that people treat you like a servant rather than another person.
I had a table tonight where the younger guy was asking the older guy if he wanted Teriyaki. And the guy didn't look like he got out much. He wasn't rude, in fact the younger guy was a little more unpleasant. But as soon as he asked that I wondered what sort knowledge the older guy had about Teriyaki. Did it hate because of Pearl Harbor? Did he even know what it tastes like? Was he an adventurous guy or had he only eaten the same stuff over the years.
This may be kind of long so strap in. A few days ago I was thinking about life before the baby boomers when people lived in the cookie cutter lifestyle and FDR was borderline Jesus. What flavors did they have back then? You could get mild or plain... Honestly I'm not sure how this works. My Grandfather turns 100 this year, and he's pretty set in his ways. He called Led Zeppelin "N----- music" one time because it's not 1914 "N'Olens" Jazz.
My grandfather isn't a racist, by any means. Honestly, I feel like I'd have a hard time convincing you of that based on the last statement, but when you spend 60 years of your life watching people be oppressed; by the time you're that old you're probably fairly set in your ways.
So I get back to my point. What are the odds that you really go out and try new things once you're set. I've watched even myself grow more stubborn as I've gotten older. You know what you like and you don't really have the audacity to spend money of something you aren't sure of. It may be 100 bucks or it may be a dollar, but you're still going to get mint gum rather than dragonfruit gum because you know you like it.
Just a thought.
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