When I was six, my grandparents gave me a suitcase (blue with big, hot pink flowers). I kept it packed and stored in the closet, just in case there was an adventure and I needed to be ready. It took another 34 years, but I'm finally on the adventure. A published author, married to a helicopter pilot, life is fun, crazy, adventurous, challenging ~ but never dull.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Not Ironic, Just Stupid
Why would you piss off the people who prepare your food? IQ tests and a copy of How to Win Friends and Influence People should be given out along with check rides.
See that shit right there is how arsenic happens.
ReplyDeleteOr as the chef in question put it "Why would you piss off the person who can spit in your food?"
ReplyDeleteTime for "special sauce".
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