Lest We Forget
Today I went to the mall with my mother, looking at Christmas decorations and enjoying the time out of the house (I almost bought a pair of red shoes. I didn't end up doing it, though, as at this juncture in my life I wouldn't wear them very often.). We got there and I noticed that there was an apalling lack of poppies.
It annoys me that we can't bring ourselves to remember those people who died to give us what we have.

Lest we forget means less and less to us it seems -- very few people can get out of their own headspace long enough to realize that other people even exist. Or they're too cheap to fork over a quarter.

Regardless of your views on war, you can't deny that the people who gave themselves to help the greater good deserve to be remembered. We're lucky - in Canada we have a visible show of solidarity with these people; we can show that we all stand together and appreciate their loss.

Anyhow. Sarah rants.

I've learned something since working as a server: if you're a cheap tipper or don't tip at all, the servers remember you and fight over why they SHOULDN'T have to serve you (Direct quote: I hate table five. Why'd you give them to me? They never tip. They suck.). Not only that, but you get silently cursed and the word does get around. Believe it or not, I can remember who didn't tip me. So when you don't tip at a restaurant feel bad, because it DOES make people angry. AT YOU.