So today it was freezing and I didn’t feel like walking anywhere good for lunch. We have this crap salad bar place on the first floor of our building that I’m convinced is in business exactly for that reason, that people from the building begrudgingly go there when it’s cold or raining.
One of the things this venue lacks is a logical system of salad ordering. They have those little slips where you check off what you want on it, but once you’ve filled it out, it’s kind of a cluster as to the next step. Like, at Au Bon Pain you stick them facedown on a designated tray, so it’s very evident to the salad-manufacturer what order they should get made. At this place, it’s like the freaking Lost island or something. CHAOS. And once, out of confusion and lack of system, I made the mistake of handing mine to the salad-maker-dude, and some grouchy, miserable broad honest to God YELLED at me for butting in the sacred salad line. I swear, mean people ruin my day sometimes!
So anyway. There I was today. Confusedly standing with another chick, clutching our salad order forms. Ours ended up getting made by two gentlemen simultaneously, so she started chatting with me. She explained that over the weekend she had a bad turnout at her Halloween party due to the terrible weather, so ended up eating all the food herself, and now had to make up for it with salads this week. I explained that I too was at a Halloween party* and had raped a bowl of guacamole, so was in a similar predicament. Our rapport went on for a while and I was trying to figure out what was happening. Are we, like, building friends now? Do people make friends this way? Am I supposed to ask her for her email or something so we can meet up again for crappy salads when it’s cold and/or raining?
So, then, the nice gentlemen handed our salads back to us. Let me explain what was in mine. Lettuce, green peas, green beans, and green peppers. It was one of the most awful, boring things I’ve ever ingested. And would you believe it, this chick says to me “Oh… I guess you don’t know the thing about vegetables. You’re supposed to eat them in many colors.”
SRSLY lady? You’re going to give me a complex over my vegetable selection? You’re telling me there is something unhealthy about this craptastic mound of green things? And she wasn’t kidding either. It was a very serious tone.
I tried to defend myself. “Buh……But…..the…..I didn’t think…. the carrots…. italian dressing…. did not compute….?”
But the damage was done. My newfound friend… over as quickly as it began. Apparently because she likes beets and gets some sick superiority complex from it. (Freak).
*Halloween party! I did the funnest thing this weekend. So, I thought for the longest time I had yoga class this weekend, so many many weeks ago had declined with regret the invitation to the Halloween bash being put on by my homeslice Luna (in NYC). She is my beloved little, for those familiar with greek operations. Then, at the same time I found out I did NOT have yoga class this weekend, our friend Jordana (Luna’s little, for those following at home) , also found out that SHE was free of a conflict she thought she had. So, having both told Luna we would not be there, we instead went to New York and surprised her! So, so fun… Love those two
Jordana (L) was… get this… one of those hip hop hamsters from the Kia commercials (hard to tell because you can’t see her Hammer pants in this shot) and Luna (R) was a self-described sea captain, although the consensus was that her costume was more reminiscent of an official in the airline industry. Potato, potato.
Bonus reading material day! My sweet yoga school classmate Cheri is a fledgling blogess, and is doing a series of interviews on all of us for her blog. Go check out my deep thoughts on my yoga journey!