A coupla nights ago I had my "fuck it, one last blowout before I get serious again about my diet" (destroyed minutes ago by a vending machine cheeseburger, thanks to Free Pizza Friday switching to Mr. Fucking Softee Friday at the office, grrrr), so I got a chicken empanada with cheese from a truck outside my building. Next thing I knew, the guy was foisting FIVE FUCKING EMPENADAS on me - chicken, pork, veggie, etc. - totally free for my taking. As the truck is brand new to the neighborhood, he wanted me to sample his wares and become a regular customer as well as spread the word among my other hopefully overweight, fried food-addicted friends. So now I feel stuck - obviously he's expecting me to come back after all the freebies, but I can't, as I've knocked "deep fried street food" off my list of shit to eat. And since I'm not made of money I can't just buy one every day or so and then toss it. What the fuck? Could this have been a case of the worst timing in the world? Where was all this free shit when I couldn't give less of a fuck about losing weight (ie, the 90s/00s)? Now I know every time I walk outside my building the guy is eyeballing me and thinking I'm a fucking prick, just like anyone who leaves a bar right after a buyback (if those even exist anymore.)
FUUUUUUUCK!!!
2 comments:
Empenada...is that anything like an Empyema? Hope not.
Stop by, tell him how good they were and that you told your friends, but you are currently on a diet. Drop him a few bucks to help pay for the freebies, what the heck.
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