Rude waiter, planting and painting

We went to lunch for Mark's 50th birthday -- about 15 of us. We had made a reservation, but our waiter acted like we were an affront to his existence. He dashed and panted and scowled and made rude comments: "I suppose you all want separate checks." (all Eeyoreish). It took more than an hour to get food, and by then (since it was a work day) we mostly had to get back to the office. So we asked for boxes (before we started eating, some of us). Angry waiter: "Oh, sure, I'll just stop everything and go get you a box!" WOW.

I didn't even get my salad before I had to leave, then he tried to make Julie pay for it. She got all bossy on him -- apparently -- and he backed down. 

I guess I see the hardships in his life -- having to do separate checks for a large group -- sure -- no fun. But he IS a waiter and part of the contract he makes with us is to be kind of pleasant, right?

I tried to work up some sympathy, empathy, pity -- but he made it hard.

Now I am having a four-day weekend and I am going to look around for something to do other than my usual: Coffee, paper, books, one or two small household tasks --

I think I should do something uncharacteristic. I might plant something or go get some art supplies. I have been thinking about both of those things for a while.

My apartment is so light, and there's the unused sun room that might be good for an art studio. The dining room window would be fine for an indoor herb garden, maybe? I don't know enough about growing anything to even say that, but I am thinking about learning.

Yeah -- Maybe both! Growing things and painting things! I will be a different person at the end of the weekend!