Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Don't rain on my pancake

Sunday I'm riding my bike when it starts raining. I duck into a Chinese restaurant to wait it out. Order mu shu vegetable. Phone rings, I'm invited to a fancy dinner, I ask counter lady to make mu shu tu go. Stuff it into my backpack and pedal away. It rains again. My mu shu gets soaked. I take the Chinese food to work the next day, pull out the mu shu pancakes, which have stiffened to cardboard texture with brown edges where they got rained on. Co-worker says, "That looks like a dirty kleenex."

I still ate it.


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