I went to Yoshinoya today for lunch. When I pulled up to the drive-thru to place my order, the person on the other end said…
“Hi, welcome to Yoshinoya. I’m sorry but we’re out of rice.”
What the fuck? You’d think they’d run out of other things before they run out of something as fundamental as rice. It’s like going to an exam and the professor tells you that he’s out of tests. The funny thing is that happened to me before, twice to be exact (Math 1A and EE20, both back at Berkeley). The American dream of getting an automatic “A” due to the professor’s gross incompetence has eluded me on more than one occasion. I might as well just move to Mexico or something. I’m sure college tuition is a lot cheaper down there. Ya puedo hablar espa?ol tambi?n y por eso no hay problema.
I should have asked for a plastic fork so I could stab myself in the testicles. Let’s just say the chicken breast strips from Jack-in-the-Box tasted extra crappy today.