So I go to Fazoli's today, and order up a chicken and pasta caesar salad. I really like their grilled chicken, the pasta's alright, I like caesar dressing.
"I'm sorry sir, we're out of salad."
..."Who? I didn't hear you properly."
"We are out of salad sir."
How in the wild world of fuck do you run out of salad? I mean, shit, could've like tricked me and took some maple leaves and tossed some spaghetti and meatballs on it. Or lied to me, told me that the salad machine was whipping some more up, then they could've had someone sneak out to Dominic's and gotten a little cheap bag of lettuce, but no! They didn't even think that much of me! I bet you they all had a good laugh, sitting around chortling over how I'm bereft of my daily allotment of roughage, all the while getting down on some juicy cherry tomatoes.
...Yeah, that's what the hell kind of week its been. I've been hard-pressed to not neck-punch every random, unsuspecting elderly person I've encountered today. Hopefully this resolve will forge me into a much better person. Only time will tell.
"I'm sorry sir, we're out of salad."
..."Who? I didn't hear you properly."
"We are out of salad sir."
How in the wild world of fuck do you run out of salad? I mean, shit, could've like tricked me and took some maple leaves and tossed some spaghetti and meatballs on it. Or lied to me, told me that the salad machine was whipping some more up, then they could've had someone sneak out to Dominic's and gotten a little cheap bag of lettuce, but no! They didn't even think that much of me! I bet you they all had a good laugh, sitting around chortling over how I'm bereft of my daily allotment of roughage, all the while getting down on some juicy cherry tomatoes.
...Yeah, that's what the hell kind of week its been. I've been hard-pressed to not neck-punch every random, unsuspecting elderly person I've encountered today. Hopefully this resolve will forge me into a much better person. Only time will tell.