Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Maria Wong
"I take you order now."
"Can I have two Krystal chicks with cheese and an ice water, please?"
"Two chickens wit cheese?"
"Um... two Krystal CHICKS with cheese. And that ice water. Please."
"Yeah. Two chickens wit cheese."
At this point I was a little worried (I wasn't sure if they were going to throw a clucking , flapping fowl into my car or two little burgers), but the alcohol in me demanded that I go with it.
"Yes. I'd like two chickens with cheese. Don't bother plucking. And just slap the cheese on their backs."
"That $2.06. Drive around."
Man, that's cheap for two chickens. The cheese alone usually costs 50 cents.
I wanted to meet this "interesting" woman who made me giggle at 3:00 in the morning, that put such horrible and "fowl" (pun intended) images in my head.. that she inspired me to give vegetarianism another try, and Lord, but what kind of accent is that, anyway? But when I pulled up to the window, there was an old southern man there to take my money. As I drove home eating the pickles off of my sandwich I was overcome with a mixture of disappointment from not meeting "Maria Wong" (the name I gave her since I couldn't figure out if she was Spanish or Chinese) and relief over NOT getting what I had ordered: Two chickens, unplucked, with cheese.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Regurgitation
Dear Alcohol,
First & foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holiday's hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings.
However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:
1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those ex-friends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?
2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with WINE & topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me.
Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.
4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop! This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water,vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now & would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Ghosts In The Hall
"The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech." - George Bernard Shaw
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hello Wall..
"I don't do anything, not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more." -Dorothy Parker