Last night's menu:
|Fresh mozzarella - back again!|
|Chicken Cacciatore with penne.|
A good time was had by all.
We got our shiny new gas tank on Monday - the final replacement of the two small tanks that replaced the hurricane wounded buried tank, the one that rose up out of the soil last summer. At first they were just going to give us 4 X 200 gallon tanks, but one of the men thought that looked kind of ugly next to our building, so they decided to go with the above-ground 500 gallon tank. Okay, great.
Next time though guys, can you please remember to fill it?
Yup, that's right. They didn't fill it on Monday. It had the token 25/50 gallons that they put into new tanks upon delivery, but no one came to fill it. So last night, at 4:30, Rhonda from upstairs comes into the dining room to tell me that she smelled gas in the stairwell and the last time that happened we ran out soon thereafter... Sure enough, when Kevin checked the gauge it was on less than 5%. Thank goodness it was early still, and by the time the driver got here to fill the tank we still had no customers in the dining room, so nothing was lost. Nothing except our faith in our gas company.
I called there this morning and spoke to the manager. I told her we were long time customers; I told her how nice everyone had been about the changing of the tanks, how much I liked our new driver, how we wanted to continue our relationship, but...she needed to know that there were some weak links somewhere down her chain of command and it could be trouble. If we had not gotten that heads-up from Rhonda, we would most likely have run out of gas by 6PM and would have lost a usually busy Wednesday night. That would have been the fourth - and final - time we would see that happen with this gas company.
Let's hope this is the beginning of a "new" relationship with them.