||[Oct. 9th, 2003|02:45 pm]
|||||Fluke -- Bullet (Bullion)||]|
On Thursdays, I usually take a late
lunch by myself at about 13:30 or 14:00. I go
eat a few swordfish fish tacos, solve the
crossword puzzle in that week’s
San Diego Reader,
and generally just relax.
I was thwarted this week, though.
The 7-11 where I usually pick up a copy
of the Reader didn’t have any at all.
Since they usually have three or four
meter-high stacks, I’m guessing they
just hadn’t taken their delivery yet.
The had just finished filling a big order,
so it took almost 15 minutes for my food to
come out. Not a huge deal, but when it did
I’m not a big fan of
so I make a point to ask for “no guac”
on everything I order. The usual guy at Fins gets
it right — to the point where he remembers
me and does it without my saying anything —
but the newer guy hasn’t figured it out yet. So
I got guac on both my items. Irk.
So. I’m full, it was good food,
I tanked up on Dr. Pepper, and I
should probably fail to even post
something this trivial.