Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Nostalgia and a Complaint Button

I just want to go to this place. I feel it calling to me like words on a page. I know I have gotten a worthy image when I look at it and it makes me feel something. I "feel" like I am going to have to drive to the beach this weekend even if it is for only a day.

Random but did I ever mention how much I love that there is a Complain to Google button? I mean really, does this mean I can email them to let them know that the coffee I had this morning tasted like mud that had been baked in the hot South Carolina sun for six hours and that ruined the rest of my day? Or that the wrap I had at lunch was less than satisfying because they totally forgot the cream cheese that is usually on said wrap and way skimped on the turkey? Who do the complaints go to, bet that guy isn't very happy? Because that is all we really need is to have complete guiltless complaint freedom at our fingertips. Could it really be? If not, it would be a great service to offer. It's like free social media therapy and the person on the other end should be reading for pure entertainment, sympathy or just plain boredom. Let's be real here, I'd almost pay for that. Actually, I am sure God feels like our complaint button sometimes. Hmm...



All the little broken pieces

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