Please, A Spoon Will Do
I just spent the weekend in the house, alone, and utterly bored and a little depressed. But now that I have my car back half fixed I can finally leave the house on my own accord and went to the store to get food. Apparently dad and Holly leaving all weekend into today was not enough. Right now they are at a Lawyer dinner and I am here with no food. One cannot live on different variations of eggs and bacon for three days. It's not right.
So I went and got some food. I was hungry, it was the thing to do. And I went to a Made-to-Order place. Somewhat like Sheetz but less classy. I ordered a hot sub and some chili. I got some chocolate and a bag of chips and a drink. I paid and went to pick up the food. It wasn't ready yet. That is a good sign, it means they are making it. So I waited. And when he came over and gave me the order he placed a fork in the bag.
Excuse me?
A fork? For what? The chili? That doesn't make any sense. Chili is a soup. There are chunks in the soup, but it's still a soup. What good does a fork do with a runny substance? It does nothing good. And that is what I found out when I tried to eat it.
Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the generosity. I got some napkins and a utensil. Except it was the wrong one. But I managed. I ate as much as I could with the fork and just drank the remaining bit when I was done. But that's not the proper way to eat soup. You eat soups with spoons. Hence the reason for the soup spoon. There's a salad fork and a soup spoon, not the other way around.
And yes, I could have gone upstairs and gotten a spoon, but that would have then been something I needed to take back upstairs. And besides, that's not the point. The point is I went to a store, I paid for food and I got something that I did not want. It would have been better if he gave me nothing. I was not expecting a utensil. And it seemed like he was being nice and generous. But now I'm dumbfounded, like I can't believe that actually happened. So now everytime I walk into that store I'm gonna see that one guy and I'm gonna think he's an idiot. A fork with soup, seriously.
So I went and got some food. I was hungry, it was the thing to do. And I went to a Made-to-Order place. Somewhat like Sheetz but less classy. I ordered a hot sub and some chili. I got some chocolate and a bag of chips and a drink. I paid and went to pick up the food. It wasn't ready yet. That is a good sign, it means they are making it. So I waited. And when he came over and gave me the order he placed a fork in the bag.
Excuse me?
A fork? For what? The chili? That doesn't make any sense. Chili is a soup. There are chunks in the soup, but it's still a soup. What good does a fork do with a runny substance? It does nothing good. And that is what I found out when I tried to eat it.
Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the generosity. I got some napkins and a utensil. Except it was the wrong one. But I managed. I ate as much as I could with the fork and just drank the remaining bit when I was done. But that's not the proper way to eat soup. You eat soups with spoons. Hence the reason for the soup spoon. There's a salad fork and a soup spoon, not the other way around.
And yes, I could have gone upstairs and gotten a spoon, but that would have then been something I needed to take back upstairs. And besides, that's not the point. The point is I went to a store, I paid for food and I got something that I did not want. It would have been better if he gave me nothing. I was not expecting a utensil. And it seemed like he was being nice and generous. But now I'm dumbfounded, like I can't believe that actually happened. So now everytime I walk into that store I'm gonna see that one guy and I'm gonna think he's an idiot. A fork with soup, seriously.
posted by Timchula at 20:14
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