Stupid Foodland strikes again; they ruined my salad! I ran by there earlier today to pick up some vittles and they had their fresh chef salads out, which I had tried once before and was pleasantly satisfied. On today’s batch, the composition was much shoddier. First, they forgot my cheese, that good, squishier white cheese that melts in your mouth like M&M’s, just cheesier. Second, they used the nasty, cheap onions that leave a horrendous aftertaste in your mouth no matter how many gallons of Listerine you swish with later on. Last time they had the little round, green onion things which are actually pretty good. On this go they had used the decidedly stinkier, purple onions, chopped so small that I couldn’t snag them all to be hoisted outta my salad. Third, and what really sucks, is I didn’t notice the absence of cheese and low quality onions until I got home and began gnoshing away.
What a barfy two bucks to waste; I could’ve gone to the Peking Gourmet and gotten some white rice and an egg roll instead.
Even Renton didn’t want any.
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On a happier note, I get to go to two parties this weekend, woohoo! First, on the first, is my sister’s wedding tea. Second, on the second, is my birthday, so let the cake-eating commence! But not too much cake, I wanna fit into all those dresses I get to wear over the coming two months.
My Lord, who’d’ve ever thought there’d be a day when Carrie would say, “Ooooh, not too much cake for me, I’m watching my figure; I wanna fit into all my girly dresses and be frilly!”
Not frilly, just older and a bit more sexier, or at least I try to be. The guy at J.C. Penney thought I was 16. That’s an eight year difference! (ratio = 1 : 1.5)
On my 18th birthday, the waiter at Olive Garden guessed that I was 13. (ratio = 1 : 1.38)
So, it seems that the older I get, the ratio of my age verses how old people think I am gets bigger. Every year adds 0.02 to the ratio. Therefore, at age 40, the ratio will be 1 : 1.98, and people will guess that I am almost 27. Oh, the gods are good.
Unless I have the despairingly bad luck of going prematurely grey. So far, so good, though.
Ohh, the fun with numbers, as long as it’s not a required practice. In algebra class, it’s much different.