The good part about operating an old folks home is that you can promise them anything, and being old, they will forget what you offered.
For example, we were told there would be a Labor Day Barbecue. Well, Labor Day is here, and what was dinner? Steak? Ribs? Corn on the cob?
We were offered a choice of hamburgers or hot dogs, cooked in the kitchen. There was potato salad though. It was pretty much like every other day.
I shouldn't complain. Katrina survivors would probably have been very happy to have dined here today.
And I am old. By tomorrow I will have fogetten what we were promised.