I’ve never made a reservation in my life. The importance of an establishment shrinks with its demand to "possess" an insignificant, designated appointment. Is it worth the extra effort to gain conformation for a $19.99 meal, instead of following impulse and going to the shack down a couple blocks? You might find half the cost, half the service, and half the taste; but you will also find the “No Shirt. No Shoes. No Service” policy does not take effect. I feel comfortable with casual. You might only feel bright when you flash, flaunt, and fake. Opinions don’t matter in this sense as much as preference. And perfection isn’t plausible so admit the defeat now. Why cut and dice, when you can finger pick? The difference is etiquette, and I’ve taking enough classes to make a valid opposition.
This is not a self-help money saving meme. More or less it can be an enlightening message to the overbearing. I criticize, but never judge. The two are actually too similar to be antonyms so I’ll rephrase. Pick, nag, dissect, do what you have to, but understand this is the yin-yang that makes the world go round. There’s a right and a wrong. Two sides to every horribly told story. One side feels responsible and the other is willing to never take blame. So why should I feel responsible for the efforts I haven’t made? Reality (at least I believe) is comfortable without a reservation on earth; so what’s the point of making one for the afterlife?