No, I don't care what you're having. And I don't expect you to care what I'm having.
Every other day at work I nuke a store-bought frozen meal for lunch. And every time I do, someone looks at what I'm eating and exclaims, "That looks/smells good! What is it?!"
And I think to myself, it's a ****ing ready-made piece of crap I randomly picked out of the freezer aisle at Safeway. It's **** compared to real food and the only reason I'm eating it is because it's cheap. Seriously, you think this looks/smells good?
But I say, "Oh, it's Safeway Select/Stouffer's/Marie Callender's. Yeah, it's good."
Why do people want to know where I got my crappy frozen lunch from?
Every other day at work I nuke a store-bought frozen meal for lunch. And every time I do, someone looks at what I'm eating and exclaims, "That looks/smells good! What is it?!"
And I think to myself, it's a ****ing ready-made piece of crap I randomly picked out of the freezer aisle at Safeway. It's **** compared to real food and the only reason I'm eating it is because it's cheap. Seriously, you think this looks/smells good?
But I say, "Oh, it's Safeway Select/Stouffer's/Marie Callender's. Yeah, it's good."
Why do people want to know where I got my crappy frozen lunch from?
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