Sunday being Father’s Day, I got a little spoilin’ by the familial unit. It was nice. 🙂
I got a wild hair across my butt though. And that meant a sudden trip to the store for something we didn’t expect to have to go get.
Of course, after rushing the kids to get their shoes on, and my wife waddling about the house getting ready, and my lard-laden butt heaving around looking for a way to tie my shoes without inducing a stroke, it takes longer to get ready than most trips would justify. Nevertheless, I was on a mission and determined to have a special meal of my choosing.
The pizza from earlier that day doesn’t count.
When we arrived at the store, found a parking place within reasonable walking distance to the store (don’t you people have family gatherings to attend?!), unloading the children from the car, getting them inside and getting a cart, I found the entire reason I’d gone in the first place was … out.
I wanted that fried chicken from our local Walmart (whose name continues to change over the course of my life – used to be Wal-Mart, now it’s Walmart). They make the best fried chicken I’ve tasted since I lived in Georgia in 1978. Amazingly good.
And sold out. Nothing left. I asked if anymore was under preparation in back and got a sneer and a head shake. *Sigh* Okay, time to wander the store and find something suitable as a replacement.
That’s right, I don’t leave the store empty-handed. Don’t got what I want? Then what DO you have? Hmmm?
Okay, I ended up with about half a ton of frozen Chinese tidbits. A couple of stir-fry dishes, a bunch of flavors of pot stickers, and some egg rolls.
I have one word to describe them all: YYYYYYYUCK.
Okay, not entirely. The stir-fry dishes were … meh. The pot stickers? Um … meh. But the egg rolls and the won tons were NAS-STAY with a capital NAS, which you can see I have provided.
So, Chinese carry-out would have been a LOT more expensive, but it would also have been a LOT more tasty. *Sigh*
You’d think I’d know by now.