The intention was to buy a good, healthy, half pound slab of salmon and cook it and eat it for a nice healthy dinner, but being that it was nearly 10pm, the fish counter had folded up and reeled in for the night. I stood there watching the fish guy wash things for five minutes hoping he would turn around and let me have a piece of salmon. No, I wouldn't mind that it was a day old. Sure, I'd love it for free. But the fish guy didn't turn around, so I headed towards the prepared meals department of the lonely and impatient, knowing I had seen salmon dinners before. Sure, kid, but not at 10pm. No salmon, but many meatloaves and BBQ beef sandwiches, and some buffalo chicken that looked pretty good. I decided to pick up some "Creamy Pesto Pasta" just in case.
Well, much to my surprise, the chicken was wings with bones (as G-d and Nature intended, but not as I prefer) and it was so sticky and over breaded and slimy and kind of gross. A half-waste. And the pasta is pesto, but not creamy. More greasy than anything else. A single artichoke heart quarter in the center. Too many sundried tomatoes. And this stuff is supposed to be "satisfaction guaranteed" by the deli manager, but I just can't see myself stomping back over there to protest the quality of my meal in a plastic container.
But fortunately, my Brazillian mail order bride should be arriving any day now and I won't have to suffer these indignities any longer.
Belch.
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