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Hoooomeward bound...
Mar. 30th, 2002 03:04 pmCame down to the parents for Easter. Tonight, we shall watch Russell Peters, who is very funny for an Asian, although not as funny as a hebrew or catholic.
We're doing dinner out tonight, and then the show.
Cindy & I went to Tim Hortons for breakfast (i.e. two bagels, her tea, my hot chocolate).
I miss Apple Cider. Wish they had it all year round.
Anyway, we get the order and promptly wolf down the bagels as we hop onto the highway. Cindy pops open her tea and takes a sip. She gets her Bad Face. Knowing I've done nothing abnormal or Bad Face worthy, I inquire. They've put sugar in her tea. Ah, well. The incompetence of the minimum wage.
She finishes her tea (sugary as it is) and drives on.
I crack open my hot chocolate, which turns out to have been in a state of quantum flux. You see, while it was closed, it was hot chocolate. But when I openned it, it instantly became coffee. I don't mind coffee, you see. So I took a sip.
Christ, they must have had five sugars in there. All I can hope is that whichever diabetic ordered it didn't die because of the minimal sweetness of my hot chocolate.
Ah, well. Once again, fucked at the drive through. Not that surprising. If the Krispy Kreme Konspirators can get an order straight, the honchos at Wendys should be knowing true fear right about now.
We're doing dinner out tonight, and then the show.
Cindy & I went to Tim Hortons for breakfast (i.e. two bagels, her tea, my hot chocolate).
I miss Apple Cider. Wish they had it all year round.
Anyway, we get the order and promptly wolf down the bagels as we hop onto the highway. Cindy pops open her tea and takes a sip. She gets her Bad Face. Knowing I've done nothing abnormal or Bad Face worthy, I inquire. They've put sugar in her tea. Ah, well. The incompetence of the minimum wage.
She finishes her tea (sugary as it is) and drives on.
I crack open my hot chocolate, which turns out to have been in a state of quantum flux. You see, while it was closed, it was hot chocolate. But when I openned it, it instantly became coffee. I don't mind coffee, you see. So I took a sip.
Christ, they must have had five sugars in there. All I can hope is that whichever diabetic ordered it didn't die because of the minimal sweetness of my hot chocolate.
Ah, well. Once again, fucked at the drive through. Not that surprising. If the Krispy Kreme Konspirators can get an order straight, the honchos at Wendys should be knowing true fear right about now.
