You arrive at a restaurant a bit early for a 7:30pm birthday meet-up with your Friend. Is this place Argentinian? No, it’s Peruvian. You promptly park yourself at the bar and order something with a hot pepper in it. Because.
“This place is kinda fancy. Hey, wait…are we eating dinner?!” you think to yourself.
“Hmm, it’s not super full, so fine either way.”
Restaurant immediately becomes super full.
Friend arrives at 7:30pm. You were the first, so you get Prime Seat at table. A table for 12 people. No clue how many people were invited and/or are attending…. Continue reading
Having such an abundance of fresh organic produce (kale, spinach, carrots, etc.) that you decide to throw all of it into a blender, making a fresh, super-nutritious energy drink. Then you realize three days later that you are left with a juice that happens to contain cucumber + lemon juice + garlic. Yep that’s pickle juice. Can’t drink, toss.
Having an intense, philosophical, possibly relationship-ending argument about whether it’s OK to buzz the delivery guy (like cabbies, it’s never a gal) up with your order of Thai food (which is so massive that they’ve included extra chop sticks, passive-aggressively perhaps) or if you instead should say over the intercom, “I’m coming down,” before bolting down the steps to get the food that you…forced someone to bring to your front door.