Attention fellow Nancy Chang's dinner attendees:
The waitress was wrong. I was right. That was not new, better vegetarian fake chicken. I'm going to call tomorrow and complain, a LOT, just like I said.
I wish I would just actually vomit and get it over with. I feel terrible. I think I'll call in sick tomorrow. Shoot, I think I'll call (email) in sick now and save myself the trouble in the morning, because I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight.
The waitress was wrong. I was right. That was not new, better vegetarian fake chicken. I'm going to call tomorrow and complain, a LOT, just like I said.
I wish I would just actually vomit and get it over with. I feel terrible. I think I'll call in sick tomorrow. Shoot, I think I'll call (email) in sick now and save myself the trouble in the morning, because I don't think I'm going to get any sleep tonight.
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Date: 2003-11-02 10:38 pm (UTC)Sorry, that really sucks.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-02 10:47 pm (UTC)Your story reminds me of the time I ordered a lemonade to go with my ice cream sundae at Ruby Tuesday's. I'd spent the day walking around the National Mall kite watching, thus I was thirsty, so I quickly slurped down about half my drink. Then I realized I seemed to be inexplicably drunk, unable to navigate spoon to sundae, then to mouth. I left ranting, semicoherently.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 03:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 03:58 am (UTC)I hope you feel better soon. Give 'em extra hell for me, too.
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 05:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 05:46 am (UTC)It does when one hasn't eaten real chicken for upwards of ten years...
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 05:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 07:29 am (UTC)Well, sure. You go first.
I'll just cram this drumstick in your CD-ROM drive, shall I? 8)
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 07:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-03 08:11 am (UTC)Mmm, yeah. Spin up that salami and go to town.