There were grand plans for

There were grand plans for tonight... let me tell you. The Aviator and then chinese food. Now, let me also tell you that I've wanted chinese food for a solid week now, but my plans have been consistently diverted.

But not tonight! Tonight we ordered from a cell phone in the movie theatre parking lot, picked the food up on the way home. We were starving, oh boy!

So we started scarfing this food down. And it was good, oh boy! It's always good from this place, let me tell you.

Then Elise found the fried roach in her fried rice! Mmmmm, mmm, good!

Everything was ruined. I thought I was going to be sick. Elise was saying, "I'll eat something else... don't worry." Meanwhile, I'm eating fried rice too and you know they cook that shit in giant batches. Plus, it just doesn't matter... there could be roaches in EVERYTHING. They could have an infestation. I was sullen. Sad. Devastated. My food was so good and now it was full of cockroaches. And this was the good chinese restaurant in town! The only one that delivers. Can we ever forgive something like this? Can we ever go back?

Well we DID go back... to ask for our fifteen dollars refunded. To buy a second dinner elsewhere. God, I hate that kind of shit. The asking of the money back. And we walk in, the food in our hands... only to find a long line of customers... how do you tell the man behind the counter that you found a roach in your food, right in front of a line of people waiting for potentially infested food of their own? You'll ruin everyone's dinner that way! So we waited and waited for these customers to get their food and leave. I know, we're too nice. Finally though, the guy gave us our money back without any questions. He was a nice guy. His food is infested, but he's nice.

We settled on friggin' Wendy's, because nothing else is close by. I ate one of their terrible salads and it was terrible and it certainly wasn't Chinese food. They forgot to give us our fries, because they wanted to make our night even worse. We had to drive back to town a second time to claim what was rightfully ours! And of course the woman was a complete bitch to Elise, making a comment about how easy it is for us to rip them off like that! As if we were fatasses that weren't happy with our two fries and came all the way back to cheat them out of a third!

I guess fast food work makes you bitter... I wouldn't know.