The grilled chicken salad dinner I had at Dominick’s this evening was awesome. Brittany took care of me and for some strange reasons she seems to think I’m a sweetheart.
I tried to assuage her of that impression, but she insisted that she really didn’t care what other people thought about me. She assured me she sticks to her own impressions regardless of what other people say and that she feels I’m good. “That was nice!”
The owners and staff at Dominick’s really have kind of gone above and beyond for me, especially in the past year, sometimes even driving me home when it’s raining. One of the owners even drove me home once a few months back. I tell them it’s not necessary, but they seem happy to do it. So, I guess that’s not a bad thing, “write?”