Due to a hilarious yogurt mix-up, I did not have the lunch I thought I brought from home today.
No problem, said my brain. Let's get Chinese. It's really the best choice considering it was 2:15 by the time I realized my earlier error. Take-out at 2:15 is a given.
I call them up - nobody there. I hang up and wait a couple minutes, thinking they might be busy. Nope. Called again - nothing.
Of all the places to eschew the late-lunch crowd, how could it be New China #1? Aren't these places the embodiment of 24-hour availability???
I've lost my faith in what I took to be capitalism. This recession is now officially retarded for robbing me of my choice to eat cheap food when I want. Eat a dick, Geithner. It's more lunch than I'll be getting today.
No problem, said my brain. Let's get Chinese. It's really the best choice considering it was 2:15 by the time I realized my earlier error. Take-out at 2:15 is a given.
I call them up - nobody there. I hang up and wait a couple minutes, thinking they might be busy. Nope. Called again - nothing.
Of all the places to eschew the late-lunch crowd, how could it be New China #1? Aren't these places the embodiment of 24-hour availability???
I've lost my faith in what I took to be capitalism. This recession is now officially retarded for robbing me of my choice to eat cheap food when I want. Eat a dick, Geithner. It's more lunch than I'll be getting today.
2:17 pm, somewhere near you
I'm reminded of perhaps the most crushing moment of my life: leaving a party at 3 a.m. to go to the all-night Dunkin' Donuts and fill my cravings, only to be rebuffed by the scrawled sign on the door that said "TEMPORARILY CLOSED DUE TO A WEDDING AND A GRADUATION". Boom.
What is this, the French version of 24-hour convenience? Ugh.
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