Knowing full well that "those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it" and "the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results", we went ahead and ordered Chinese take-out.
We hadn't planned on it. Throughout the course of the day I had repeatedly asked my partner if we needed anything from the store. It's a testament to my great love for him that I would voluntarily offer to descend to the Ninth Ring of Supermarket Hell if need be.
"No, we're good" he said. "We have plenty to eat here."
Five minutes after arriving home... "We have nothing to eat here".
So it was either spin the roulette wheel on Chinese take-out, or endure an hour wait for a table at Applebee's.
We chose a different restaurant, hoping for different results. And to a certain extent, we got them. The food this time at least had flavor. Exactly what flavors, I couldn't tell you.
And the food came in colors not found in nature. I'm pretty sure it would have glowed in the dark if we had had a black light.
Twelve hours later I still feel like I swallowed a barbell.
At least my fortune cookie was good...
"Your Fortune Is About To Change For The Better!"
Of course, this was from the same people who describe their food as "Perfect Every Time!" so I don't think I'm going to hold my breath.
