Well, my Panamaniac was supposed to come visit me today, so I hadn’t eaten all day (except for 4 cups of coffee and 2 leftover pears) in preparation for the huge welcome dinner we’d go out to eat. At 4pm, however, I get a phone call from a 000-12-34-56 number which I immediately recognize as Panama.
“um, hola” I answer the phone.
“AMIGAAAAAAAAAA”
“where the f are you … why are you calling me from a Panamaniac number”
“I’M STILL IN PANAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”
“what.”
“I MISSED MY FLIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT”
WHAT GODDAMMIT I DIDN’T EAT ALL DAY IN PREPARATION FOR YOUR ARRIVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was upset my Panamaniac missed her flight, but more importantly, I was starving. But by now it was close enough to the time that I was hoping to leave work (OR NOT) so I decided the best way to go about this was naturally to continue not eating.
At 7pm as soon as we get home, roommate K and I order Tasty King and for some reason they are like 15 minutes late. We are both starving and about to cry and don’t understand why the food hasn’t come in the speedy 4 minutes that they usually take to deliver to our apartment 15 MINUTES IS UNACCEPTABLE FOR TASTY KING DISGRACEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After freaking out for another few minutes, the food finally arrives, I inhale my chicken and broccoli in under 13 minutes and finish the rest of K’s teriyaki chicken after asking her 3 times if she was sure she was done (thank god she was full).
Poverexic in NYC 