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Day of Noxious Slime
Jun. 25th, 2003 08:35 amPoor f00 is sick, possibly with strep throat or maybe even mono. He's just been having a bad month. Yesterday, he took the bus to the medical clinic, and I took the same bus to the mall. While walking to the bus, I saw a small white egg smashed on the ground at the bus stop. It was under a ledge. The egg wasn't so very yellow and happy fried-egg-looking on the inside. Instead, it was bloody and almost feathery looking. I think it was a pigeon abortion.
Then, if that wasn't bad enough, there were three bright pink and chunky splashes of fresh vomit on the sidewalk close by our bus. They stank of stomach acid. What is it about the smell of vomit that makes puking almost contagious? Just smelling the upchuck made my own tummy lurch a little. Yurk.
Nevertheless, when I got to the mall, I was pretty hungry. I went to a sub sandwich shop and ordered their special: soup, salad, a roll, and pop for under $4 after tax. Not too shabby! But then I asked what the soup was, and the guy told me "Italian Wedding." I guess I looked confused, because he added, "It's good."
I had my doubts when I saw him scoop the dipper in, though. Immediately, my mind went back to that Orbitz drink that flopped so badly a few years back. It was a clear-based fruit beverage with brightly coloured (or white) tiny gelatin balls. Drinking the stuff was like vomiting in reverse. It ker-chunked against my epiglotus and throat going down! Indeed, it was so vile a drink, that I bought it all the time, and no one else did. I wasn't enough to keep it in business, though, and the beverage's assault was short-lived.
Anywho, the soup looked like that, only with tiny grey meatballs. It was a mass of tiny white balls.
The soup, as I guessed, was horrid. It tasted like I was eating a warm grease slick. The meat balls were sausage (I hate sausage), and the little white balls tasted like little white balls. Drinking the soup was like drinking hot Orbitz. Blargh. I somehow managed to eat about 3/4 of it, before pushing the bowl away in disgust.
The salad and roll weren't so very good, either. The pop was decent enough, though. I made sure to nurse it long after my meal was eaten, just to rinse the nasty tastes away.
My trip to the mall wasn't a complete bust, though. I managed to find a few balls of yarn in good colours for the tribal belt I've been working on, plus a good-fitting bra for ninety-nine cents! Whoa! It was marked down from twenty-some dollars just because it was missing a little piece of ribbon (which I can easily replace). I'd almost forgotten how good I am at scoping out bargains. Still, it doesn't tempt me to spend more time at the mall. I hate malls.
Then, if that wasn't bad enough, there were three bright pink and chunky splashes of fresh vomit on the sidewalk close by our bus. They stank of stomach acid. What is it about the smell of vomit that makes puking almost contagious? Just smelling the upchuck made my own tummy lurch a little. Yurk.
Nevertheless, when I got to the mall, I was pretty hungry. I went to a sub sandwich shop and ordered their special: soup, salad, a roll, and pop for under $4 after tax. Not too shabby! But then I asked what the soup was, and the guy told me "Italian Wedding." I guess I looked confused, because he added, "It's good."
I had my doubts when I saw him scoop the dipper in, though. Immediately, my mind went back to that Orbitz drink that flopped so badly a few years back. It was a clear-based fruit beverage with brightly coloured (or white) tiny gelatin balls. Drinking the stuff was like vomiting in reverse. It ker-chunked against my epiglotus and throat going down! Indeed, it was so vile a drink, that I bought it all the time, and no one else did. I wasn't enough to keep it in business, though, and the beverage's assault was short-lived.
Anywho, the soup looked like that, only with tiny grey meatballs. It was a mass of tiny white balls.
The soup, as I guessed, was horrid. It tasted like I was eating a warm grease slick. The meat balls were sausage (I hate sausage), and the little white balls tasted like little white balls. Drinking the soup was like drinking hot Orbitz. Blargh. I somehow managed to eat about 3/4 of it, before pushing the bowl away in disgust.
The salad and roll weren't so very good, either. The pop was decent enough, though. I made sure to nurse it long after my meal was eaten, just to rinse the nasty tastes away.
My trip to the mall wasn't a complete bust, though. I managed to find a few balls of yarn in good colours for the tribal belt I've been working on, plus a good-fitting bra for ninety-nine cents! Whoa! It was marked down from twenty-some dollars just because it was missing a little piece of ribbon (which I can easily replace). I'd almost forgotten how good I am at scoping out bargains. Still, it doesn't tempt me to spend more time at the mall. I hate malls.
