"Ice, Ice Baby"
So I's at Shakespeare's Pizza, the new one incidentally, which I happen to really like. I mean it lacks the ambiance of the downtown locale, but if you're just looking for a meal it's set up pretty well and right by Truman's, which is quickly moving up my list of favorite Columbia bars.
So the Lovely Brook and I were there meeting with my pals Randolph and the Big O, who are soon entering into the state of Holy Matrimony, which I think borders the state of Insanity.
So we're having lunch. I went with the Meats and Cheeses Salad as the Lovely Brook and I had eaten a, relatively speaking, late breakfast with her folks.
So's anyway, I's eating my salad and drinking an iced tea (Notice not an ice tea, which is wrong both grammatically and morally.) when I decided I'd like a refill. Now Shakespeare's is one of those workaurants where you have to get your own beverage. I notice the Big O is also nearing the end of her beverage (Coca-Cola for those who enjoy details...or even those who enjoy Esquire.), so I offer to fill her glass as well. She tells me that would be nice and she'd like just a little bit of ice, if it's no trouble.
So I make my way to the beverage station and tap, I don't thrust, the Big O's cup against the ice-summoning lever....and a fucking glacier falls into the cup!
I'm sorry, but what moron at the ice machine factory thought it would be a good idea for every person on Earth to have 9 pounds of fucking ice in their drink. I know it's hot enough to melt lead outside, but the restaurant was maintaining its internal temperature quite nicely. In fact, it was almost too cool, so I think an entire slab of ice was less than necessary.
Oooh...I'm so perturbed.
JeffRey
So the Lovely Brook and I were there meeting with my pals Randolph and the Big O, who are soon entering into the state of Holy Matrimony, which I think borders the state of Insanity.
So we're having lunch. I went with the Meats and Cheeses Salad as the Lovely Brook and I had eaten a, relatively speaking, late breakfast with her folks.
So's anyway, I's eating my salad and drinking an iced tea (Notice not an ice tea, which is wrong both grammatically and morally.) when I decided I'd like a refill. Now Shakespeare's is one of those workaurants where you have to get your own beverage. I notice the Big O is also nearing the end of her beverage (Coca-Cola for those who enjoy details...or even those who enjoy Esquire.), so I offer to fill her glass as well. She tells me that would be nice and she'd like just a little bit of ice, if it's no trouble.
So I make my way to the beverage station and tap, I don't thrust, the Big O's cup against the ice-summoning lever....and a fucking glacier falls into the cup!
I'm sorry, but what moron at the ice machine factory thought it would be a good idea for every person on Earth to have 9 pounds of fucking ice in their drink. I know it's hot enough to melt lead outside, but the restaurant was maintaining its internal temperature quite nicely. In fact, it was almost too cool, so I think an entire slab of ice was less than necessary.
Oooh...I'm so perturbed.
JeffRey
posted by The Crazy Leftist at 1:52 PM
1 Comments:
So I must say that I am a little disappointed that you chose not to begin the last two paragraphs with a word other than "so." And you were on such a good run throughout the rest of the post.
So anyway, I think you should edit it and make the appropriate fixes.
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