Bruce Springsteen is singing “Land of Hopes and Dreams” in my ears just
now, the version from his Broadway album. And I am weeping. Again. Just
sitting on ...
Saturday, April 18, 2009
In a Pickle.
In these, our Tough Economic Times, it's nice to get something for nothing. When dining out, getting a little something extra on the house is nice: say, an orange wedge on your brunch plate, a carved radish with your Thai food or a little plastic cup a of coleslaw with your burger.
But you know, not everyone likes pickles. And some people REALLY hate it when they order a delicious grilled cheese sandwich and it arrives SITTING IN A POOL OF TEPID PICKLE JUICE. It's untoward.
Labels:
disappointment,
gross
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