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| - it's winter. a long winter. and it's exceptionally cold. and it's saturday.
clevelanders in the burbs flock to this place for carbtastic adventures through yeast and grains.
i, decidedly, ventured out for one of those darn bread bowls to warm my carb cravin' butt in the bitterest of long winters.
now, i ask you, why on earth, in a freaking long ass winter, would you not make sure you are stocked ready for your patrons? when i walk into said carbtastic establishment on a late saturday afternoon, i am not expecting to hear from some sophomore at westpark high that they are *out* of bread bowls.
what in the sam hell are you talking about, peggy sue? out of bread bowls??
OUT OF BREAD BOWLS???
BUT IT'S THE LAST WEEKEND OF FEBRUARY. IT'S THE WEEKEND. IT'S TEN DEGREES OUTSIDE. WHY ON EARTH DON'T YOU HAVE BREAD BOWLS???
....i'm calm. i'm fine. i mean, sure, i just went out of my way to drive to your damn establishment after co-workers discussed panera all week long to partake in said extravagance. sure, i don't really mind. sure, that small 8 ounce cup you give me of broccoli cheese will curb my craving, satisfying my grain longing desire coated in a rich, oozy cheese heaven of cheddar bursting with soft, steamed, lush green broccoli bunches.
SURE IT WILL.
chaches.
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