When I was a kid, if someone talked in a whiney way about their mizzeries and problems, the most frequent response was “Bless your heart.” The literal translation, as everyone knew, was “I know things are rough. Wouldn’t it be great to take it to the Complaint Department where it could be fixed? Because, after all, the rest of us are tired of hearing about it.” I never saw a Complaint Dept even though I heard it referenced many times. I was starting to think the Complaint Dept didn’t actually exist.
Imagine how excited I was today when we were enjoying breakfast at a new cafe and I found the actual Complaint Department. Bless our hearts.