Geez! Like I wasn't already going to hell!

Okay, as if I wasn't feeling bad enough about being totally rude to nice people, I look in my purse and see my signed "restaurant copy" from my lunch on Sunday. Way to go Shan, just walk out on my bill. I called the restaurant and I guess they did get the $$ for my lunch but my waiter didn't get his tip :(. So I'm going back to Fiddler's Elbow soon so the good looking waiter named Joseph can get his tip. Maybe this time I'll refrain from drinking Bailey's with my coffee after an interval workout.