Yes, I did mean that.
Finally – its Friday! Yesterday I thought it was Friday all day. Imagine my disappointment when I was leaving for the day and people were saying “See you tomorrow!” And I’m thinking to myself “pshaw… I’m not coming in on Saturd… dammit!” And you’d think I’d know what day it was since it was a comic posting day. Sheesh.
Me and two of my co-workers travelled into the deepest darkest depths of North Africa for lunch yesterday to get take-out from Crown Candy Kitchen. I’d never been there before so I figured what the hell, why not? Let me tell you… we couldn’t have looked more lost if we had a neon sign flashing above us with the word LOST written in 20 foot tall glowing letters. Imagine this: Three white guys in button down shirts driving down the side streets of North St. Louis in a shiny silver BMW. Me in the passenger sheet holding three pages of Google Maps trying to figure out which way to go when the route we are taking is inexplicably cut off by a street closure. Yeah.
But we found it and made it inside without hearing a single gunshot (although to be fair there was a lot of road construction happening nearby so we might have missed it) and I have to admit its a pretty neat place. A throw-back to the 50′s or 60′s in style, decor, seating… everything. OK not everything. The prices are insane. It cost me almost $12 for a ham & cheese sandwich with some potato chips and a marshmallow malt. What the hell? Up here? Who can afford that in this area? Sadly, the candy prices were even higher. Have they never heard of Wal-Mart? It was good, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think I’ll be taking that particular safari again any time soon.
On the way back to the office my friend was showing off and punched the accelerator on the BMW. We rocketed back and then he slowed down abruptly. I asked him what that was for, thinking maybe he saw a cop. He said we were doing 95 MPH and he didn’t want to take the Broadway exit ramp. I called him a pussy. There’s no other response possible at that point really. If he’d have floored it and got another 20 or 30 MPH on it we could have taken that ramp, hit the apex, and flown right over the parking garage – through the side of our building and into his parking spot in the garage. But no. He slowed down and took another exit. Pussy.
I brought my lunch today….