Tuesday, February 22, 2005
| Stealers Always Prosper The other night, Paul and I ordered some food from a local restaurant called Charley’s. They have the best burgers in the city (as far as I’m concerned) and they also have super good cheese burritos. So Paul and I order the food and I light my cigarette in anticipation. About three minutes later we get a knock on the door and I look at Paul with my eyes huge and say “The food can’t be here already! You barely hung up the phone!” Paul jumps with joy and runs to the door to pay for the food. I stamp out my cigarette and get us plates and napkins for our feast. Once we are re-settled on the bed (yes, we were totally eating in bed together and yes it was totally the most adorable), Paul begins to pull the food items out of the bag. First to come out was a paper bag filled with bread. Second to come out was a chef’s salad. Third, a Philly cheese sandwich. Fourth, a bowl of pasta. HUH? Paul and I look at each other and burst out laughing. I say “Where’s the burrito and cheeseburgers?” Paul says “They don’t even sell pasta at Charley’s”. I told Paul to put the food back in the bag, but he wanted to try some of everything first. So we did. We picked and poked the food and in the middle of us stealing, there was another knock on the door. I yelped (literally) and locked myself in the bathroom screaming “You did it! You did it! I told you not to eat someone else’s food!” Paul answered the door while I ran the water in the bathroom. When he closed the door, he had our bag of food. I say “Is that our order?” Paul greedily nods his head and we make more room on the bed for all of the varieties of dinner we are about to consume. We decided to eat all of it and not return the first order. I shoved and shoved and shoved food into my mouth and then there was another knock on the door. I first panicked that the delivery man was going to bust into our apartment, slap our faces and take the food back. But then I decide to tiptoe to our bedroom door and quietly shut it. Sure, there was knocking on the door for a good 10 more minutes, but I didn’t care. I had a cheeseburger in one hand, a fresh roll with butter in the other, a burrito in my lap, and a mouthful of super good pasta. |
