"You get more of what you tolerate" reminds me of what my late grandmother told my brother and me when lunching at a fancy restaurant in New Orleans ca 1960's. Waiter asks for our order. My brother requested a hamburger. Waiter turns to my grandmother and responded that they do not serve hamburgers. She did not flench and asked "Do you h…
"You get more of what you tolerate" reminds me of what my late grandmother told my brother and me when lunching at a fancy restaurant in New Orleans ca 1960's. Waiter asks for our order. My brother requested a hamburger. Waiter turns to my grandmother and responded that they do not serve hamburgers. She did not flench and asked "Do you have steak?" Waiter began reciting the list of prime steaks offered. When he got to ribeye, she interrupted with " My grandson will have the ribeye, ground and cooked medium with two slices of your best white bread." He took the order and removed himself, mumbling something. My brother and I looked at her agog. All she said was "If you accept mediocrity, you will get mediocrity." Damn, I miss her!
"You get more of what you tolerate" reminds me of what my late grandmother told my brother and me when lunching at a fancy restaurant in New Orleans ca 1960's. Waiter asks for our order. My brother requested a hamburger. Waiter turns to my grandmother and responded that they do not serve hamburgers. She did not flench and asked "Do you have steak?" Waiter began reciting the list of prime steaks offered. When he got to ribeye, she interrupted with " My grandson will have the ribeye, ground and cooked medium with two slices of your best white bread." He took the order and removed himself, mumbling something. My brother and I looked at her agog. All she said was "If you accept mediocrity, you will get mediocrity." Damn, I miss her!
And that's the truf.
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