Today, as we left for lunch, I announced that I am allergic to sourdough bread. And that is why I can't eat sandwiches from the deli near our office because my stomach literally blows up. Like I swallowed a balloon whole...and then I double over in pain, and you get the picture,
So, I went to a place for lunch, and as they handed me my tray with my salad, she dropped a bread roll on the plate...and without thinking I said, "I'm allergic to sourdough." The old bag behind the counter actually rolled her eyes at me, shrugged her shoulders while lifting her arms and said, "Honey, you're standing in a sourdough restaurant." OMG, I felt like such an asshole. I looked up to read the sign "The Original San Francisco Sourdough Bread".
Well, I don't care. I still said...give me a piece of Walnut bread. I eat her once a week and you always give me walnut bread, I just forgot to order it. And she wasn't going to do it. Until I gave her the "do I have to cut you bitch?" look. And she returned with 2 pieces. Crazy bi-atch.
happy weekend.
Coley
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