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| - It's a hundred thousand degrees out today with 80% humidity, and I have the plague, AKA a horrible cold.
After working 10 hours, all I wanted was soup, juice, and my bed. I was driving home deliriously trying to remember the soup talk thread, so I could find a place with soup. I remembered nothing, so I drove aimlessly around Old Town. Then I saw Pita House, and decided to see if they had soup. I walked in, no one was out the counter, and it smelled like stinky shoes and ass. I had to turn around and leave, I could not take that smell. I am already sick.
I walked next door into Schlotzsky's simply because I was exhausted and it was there. I asked if they had soup, and without making fun of me the guy pointed to the two huge pots of soup next to the register.
I got the wild rice with chicken. It was like three dollars, and it was fantastic. I am in love. Everything about it was good. I also got a piece of carrot cake, which was gross, but who cares, my whole bill was only $5.81!
I love soup!
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