another tired story of a mobile device battery sucking

A near perfect weather Sunday in seattle and all it takes is a douchebag like me to walk into a fantastic dive bar like Horseshoe Saloon to ruin it all.
I was already having a horrible day.  Pretty much from waking up today, to the very moment of my existence in this wonderful establishment had been a series of failures and disappointments.  
Already: a fight with the wife, the dog is limping for some mysterious reason, a handyman invoice for a few hundred dollars, and now my mobile phone was going to die soon.

So when the dee-bag that i am walks in with a briefcase bag so that he can charge up his almost-zero-battery phone from his big bad douchie information worker laptop, he can't.  He forgot to pack his charging cable.  Great.  The day just got worse.  1:30pm and the full battery from 10am is in the teen percentages already.

To further ruin the great vibe in the place he walked straight to a table, ignoring the two large signs that say "ORDER HERE" hanging over the bar.  He has the audacity to try to get served at a table.  He can't be like all the other nice guests at the bar, enjoying the Mariner's game and drinking cold ones.

BUT WAIT.  there's MORE.  he sees on the menu that the burgers are a half pound of beef.  Pretty much all of them, except the sliders.  But he doesn't want to take a chance on some mysterious sliders.  Basically, the dilemma was that he didn't want to eat that much dead meat.  He was just looking for a single simple quarter pound burger to get him out of his low blood sugar horrible series of events Sunday; and it's just not working out.

He has the nerve to ask the server if the burger can be made smaller.  He thinks to himself as he utters the question out of his mouth that the burgers are probably pre-made, and the very thought of ruining their half-pound burger of grilling mastery by making it smaller is a sin, but he can't help it.  

A frog is a frog and a scorpion is a scorpion.  They will always be what they are.

Half the burger was consumed.  About half the fries were too.  Which equates to getting a quarter pound burger in the first place.  A take-away box for the leftovers.  Regardless of how the day went, sometimes it all works out in the end.

Blood sugar is normalized.  A couple of cold PBRs from the tap help make the day a little more tolerable.  And the Horse Shoe Tavern continues it's reputation of a quality five star establishment.