Not that we actually do a lot of sitting. It's just mind dullingly monotonous work when you don't go to the field. You get to do all sorts of fun stuff like polishing wheels, polishing fuel tanks and polishing the polish on wheels and fuel tanks. Round and round we go.

So I was asked to take a truck to Lethbridge today to get some sort of minor fixes to it, so I just jumped at that. If I timed it right, I would be back just as the day was over. Sign me up!

I don't know if I've mentioned this, but the company has a meal allowance, the amount of which is determined by the time spent away from the base. It is because of this that I eat at restaurants a lot when I'm away from Medicine Hat. So today, as I dropped the truck off at the Kenworth shop in Lethbridge and was told that it would be an hour or so before the truck got in, I asked for the location of the nearest eatery. The mechanic pointed down the road half heartedly which I kind of took as a clue as to the quality of the food. I went anyway...I was hungry, okay!

Luckily I happened to bring a book. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. Bringing books everywhere, that is. I don't have a lot of social engagements out here, so I read or play video games a lot. Yes, I still play video games! Go ahead and smirk. Anyway, I brought a book with me to this restaurant which was called Tony's Diner. Tony turned out not to be Italian at all, as I would have suspected, but he was a teeny tiny little oriental gentleman with a good humour about him. I sat myself in this restaurant with much trepidation. First of all, there was a severe lack of natural light despite the large windows that decorated the front of the establishment. Why cover them when the sun isn't shining directly into the place? The decor reminded me of two things: a highschool cafeteria or the eating area of a small oilfield camp 15 years ago. Don't ask me why because then I'd have to go into detail, and you don't want that. You just don't!

Just for a quick side note, is it wrong of me to find this sign that I saw outside of a vet supply shop beside the restaurant funny:

WE HAVE A WIDE VARIETY OF SWINE PRODUCTS

Is it just me? Anyway, I was wondering if the decor reflected the quality of the food, so when the waitress asked me what I would like I had to ask how the hamburgers were. There was a special on them today, that's why! She seemed a little taken aback, and stated with pride that their hamburgers were homemade. That settled it! I had a hamburger.

Now, while I have had very good hamburgers, and I have had very bad hamburgers, I must say that I have never had a homemade hamburger that has tasted so, er, plain. Sure they were homemade patties and not some sort of processed slab of imitation McMeat, but to me a homemade patty has more than just beef in it. There's onions and spices and garlic and stuff to enhance or add to the flavour. This was just meat. That's all! End of story! Now, I'm no restaurant critic, but if I ever have to go there again I think I'll be having something else.

Anyway, the truck got fixed and I got back in time to leave when everyone else was. Couldn't have timed it anymore perfect. Now I wait for the nightmarish experience that will be my golf game for tomorrow. Wish me luck!