My emotions are very, very closely tied to food. More specifically, my emotions are very closely tied to how hungry I am.
Today I couldn't get a real lunch break, because I needed to run work-related errands on a very tight schedule. No biggie....I could still pick up some food on my way back to work and eat it really quickly. I went to a local fast food joint and got a cheese coney and tater tots, something that I have been literally dreaming about for days. I was very specific - I said no chili. I must have said no chili three or four times. When they repeated my order back, they said no chili. When I got my order, I assumed they weren't idiots and I drove off because I knew we were super busy at work, and I didn't have time to sit there and sift through my order to make sure it was right. (After all, they repeated it back to me correctly.)
I got back to work, and discovered that they still put chili all over my order. All of it...even the tater tots. I hate chili. Apparently, there is nothing more pitiful than a pregnant woman bursting into tears over a hot dog. Tears led to a bloody nose. Bloody nose led to more tears. You can see how this could present the problem of not being able to get anything done at work, between tears and nosebleeds.
I am very, very hungry. And very, very grumpy.
2 comments:
Once I quit laughing, I cried for you :) That would have been totally awful! Really, I can totally imagine, and I would have cried too.
Oh my goodness. That same scenario happened to me when I was pregnant. Same tears!!
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