We went to [trendy chain deli with the good salad bar] for lunch today.
I filled my salad plate to Neil Diamond's and Barbra Streisand's attempt to out-herniate one another.
My first bite was taken to the strains of Barry Manilow pouring his heart out over somebody named Mandy.
I finished my last bite as someone tightened the vise ahold Michael Bolton's thumb.
Disgustedly, I trudged toward the ice cream machine for some frosty relief.
I found a deli employee with his arm up to the elbow inside the machine, an "out of order" sign over his shoulder.
What did I do to deserve this?
Saturday, April 23, 2005
What'd I do to deserve this?
Labels: Grumpy Old Me, Mirth
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