MY HYPOTHESIS—

Today’s standard of excellence is mediocrity.

Four of us stopped into Buck’s Restaurant in Lexington for dinner Saturday and were ushered to the booth in the southeast corner of the dining room.

When Sue slipped into her seat I heard a mild squawk as I shed my rain jacket and eased toward the seat beside her.

Have you ever started to sit down only to feel mild terror as your behind fell far past where you expected it to land?

I thought my chin was going to smack the table top.

After my very ungraceful arrival, I had to look up at an angle about like watching an air show to see my companion across the table.

I do not know what the problem was with that seat—but it was almost dangerous. And, the waitress’s restrained smile suggested the problem was commonly known to the staff as she quickly granted our request to be seated elsewhere.

Shame on you Bucks.

Sometimes fancied as Lexington’s most trendy joint, you should be able to afford safe furniture.