Adventures in Dining (and more)

I have a lot on my mind today, but I'll try to be relatively brief. I had a rather traumatic experience last night. It involved dining out. Somehow, it's rather disconcerting to have the waitress continually give you an update on all the turmoil going on in the kitchen. "Sorry, for your wait," she kept saying, "but we have issues in the kitchen."
Now I've heard all those horror stories of what the kitchen staff might do to the meals being prepared when something ticks them off. And, I'm sure I've eaten stuff served by unhappy cooks and waiters that I don't want to know about. So, please just keep your issues to yourself and don't share that with me.
I would have said that last night's adventures in eating out had to be among the worst I've experienced. But the owner and the waitress were so nice, that it made it difficult to be but so mad. During our 2 hour wait, they continually apologized. They gave us free desserts while waiting for some of the meals, and they kept taking so many items off the bill, that when we got ready to leave, they owed us $1.98. So, all in all, I shouldn't complain. And, the food was pretty good. At least my crabcake was. I did try the fried shrimp off of someone else's plate (someone at our table, not a stranger's), and I must admit, they tasted much like a piece of cardboard might taste if it was battered up and fried golden brown. Not bad, but not excellent.
Before I go, I do have one more thing I want to get off my chest. About 20 pounds. No, just kidding, but it is a good lead-in to the news story I heard this morning that has me scratching my head. The reporter said that according to the latest statistics, if you weigh a few more pounds than you should weigh, you'll live longer than someone who weighs exactly what they should weigh. Huh?
So, that means that those medical type people who figure these things out, think it would be better if we were all just a little skinnier and died just a tad sooner? I guess it would make it somewhat easier for our pallbearers, but frankly, I don't care if mine all get hernias. I won't be around to worry about it.
Well, that's about all for now. But, please, let me hear from you. I have very few friends, and a couple of anonymous posts would really make my day.