Sunday, January 15, 2017
I was in a mall today with my wife. We didn't really have any money to spend. We were just there on a small errand and it was so desperately cold out that we had to sort of work up to going back out to the car. So we walked around the mall for awhile, sort of shopping, in a desultory fashion.
I saw a sign for a restaurant. The name of the restaurant was Rojo Mexican Grill. I was seized with a desire to walk over to Rojo Mexican Grill and say to them:
"I insist on completely authentic Mexican food. I only eat at authentic Mexican Restaurants! Do you here at Ro-joe Mexican Grill serve truly authentic Mexican food?"
I didn't do it.
I know that may be disappointing to you, but if I did do stuff like that it is all I would ever be doing around the clock, every day.
Posted by Feldenstein Calypso at 6:30 AM
Labels: city, humor, joke, psychology, rok
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