I read last week’s letter from Palmer and Sandy Gillis and it left me feeling … uncomfortable.
Image the difficulty in digesting your food when you’re surrounded by rich people’s yachts. These weren’t just your average rich people’s yachts, but yachts flying Trump flags (the word “rich” make me uncomfortable. Can we agree that in the future we just refer to it as the “r” word?).
If that’s not bad enough, a restaurant employee may have spit in your Cobb salad in order to make a political statement. What is wrong with this establishment that it didn’t provide a “safe space” for you to hide from the world? Give me a break.
I’m going to my “safe space” now. It’s happy hour and the beers are iced cold.