
Lunching with the enemy is not usually something I would even consider, however, we did get to ride in his so-called "premium-luxury sports car for young, aggressive males" although, the car was neither premium-luxury (I think that description expires after 10 years, BK), nor was he young and aggressive since he's pushing 40, and it took us 20 minutes to get back from the Southcenter area, which is usually only a 10 minute drive. He also demonstrated how to wrap a baby in the "Mummy Swaddle" using a bottle of hot sauce and a paper napkin, which was both weird and amusing. So at least lunchtime entertainment was different from the usual, and all of this makes for semi-interesting blog writing.
The Taco Queen is still MIA, though we're starting to think she has been dethroned and a new, Evil Taco Queen is standing in her place. All I can say is: you better make certain you understand how to order from their highly-complicated menu - throw her game off, and she won't think twice about shankin' you in the yard.
After lunch, it was off to ceFiore for some fro-yo. The BK was having trouble keeping his pineapple in his cup and ended up spilling most of it on the floor, but I think he was distracted by the strangely posted health benefits of frozen yogurt (see B's blog entry below).
Meanwhile, back at the Compound - an ice cream social was in process: like our fat-tastic staff need a reason to cheat on their "diets." J is convinced that free ice cream is just a soothing technique for impending layoffs… so we'll see.
Entertainment: 4/5 (minus 1 for weirdness)
The Compound trying to kill its staff: 0/5
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