Friday Afternoon Confessional: No tricks, no treats
I confess to being a bit of a party pooper on Halloween. I have nothing against the holiday, but I also don’t have kids and have no desire to dress in a costume to go to work. My job, after all, frequently requires serious conversations about serious things, and I’d prefer not to have these conversations dressed as Beast Jesus, sexy Gov. Christie or whatever.
I confess my wife and I took it a step further than not dressing up, though. When we realized Tuesday that we didn’t have any candy to pass out, our plan was not to run out to the store to get the five or more bags of candy we’d need to be prepared (our neighborhood gets hundreds of kids). It was to go out for dinner the evening of Halloween and to make sure we were gone until well after the trick or treaters had stopped.
I confess the place we chose to dodge the holiday was Buffalo Wild Wings. You can, after all, hunker down at “B-Dub’s” and play trivia or watch a sporting event and kill two hours easily. Our trip to this purveyor of deep fried chicken wings had two interesting revelations. First, Halloween is an excellent night to go out for dinner because there are no noisy kids in the restaurant. Second, Buffalo Wild Wings was very quick to abandon having nutritional information on their menus.
Allow me to explain. About three months ago was the last time we went there and it was also the first time they had included calorie and nutritional information on their menus. All you had to do was look at the menu once and you knew this was a terrible business decision as their health friendly options were nearly non-existent. After seeing my usual order of wings was well over 1,500 calories, I was in no hurry to go back. That brings us to Wednesday, when we opened our menus to find they had scrubbed the idea of alerting their customers that the food they were about to eat was incredibly bad for them. I confess both my wife and I reacted by saying, “Oh, good, now we can eat whatever we want.”
Finally, I confess my wife and I decided to disconnect our house phone yesterday. We did this after we sat down on the couch to eat dinner and the phone rang three times in our first 15 minutes of relaxation. What about you, good reader? Did you shelter yourself from politics, bad weather and panhandling youth? If so, does it warrant confession?
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