This Is Not an Exit

Hello my fellow ham-n-eggers! Yes, it's a new entry, which could only mean that I decided to put aside my inhibitions about George (see the previous blog post for our exciting encounter!) and hit up lunch at the Toke.

Boy-oh-boy, is it a scorcher out there today! In fact, it's so hot that I had to order the spicy teriyaki just to cool down! But that's beside the point -- let me get to the story at hand...

I could tell George was a little down today, and it was easy to see why: the line at LeeAnn Chin's made it out to look like a celebrity was serving the food, or something! It was enormous! Meanwhile, at Little Tokyo they were standing there, outstretched arms holding meager samples on a toothpick, trying anything they might just to steal a customer or two. I, for one, was no fool and made a bee-line right to the Toke. George's eyes lit up as soon as I arrived, eyeing me with the wonder befitting a god, or savior, or both!

My order was placed and paid for with no event...until I sat down. I'll tell you, just when I thought it was hot enough outside, things were about to get a little hotter indoors! As I sat enjoying another meal, a young, hard-bodied woman approached me. She was wearing a charcoal two-button Alex Lane blazer over a modest white stretch poplin banded blouse from BCBGeneration and a pair of dark-wash denim jeans from Juicy Couture. I could smell her perfume, J'Adore, by Dior, as she neared and took a seat across from me at the table, and it had me beside myself. Just as I began to grasp the situation, the following conversation occurred:

Her: "Where'd you get that food?"
Me: "Over there, at Little Tokyo."
Her: "Have any coke?"
Me: "Yeah, it's cherry though."
Her: "No...you know what I mean."

Just then, she pulled on a chrome chain around her neck and presented a small, silver spoon attached at the end. I smiled reluctantly.

Her: "Figure it out?"
Me: "I-uh-I've got to return some videotapes..."

I picked up my tray, my food half-finished, and darted out of the food court. As I drove back to work, I found I couldn't get my mind off of the well-dressed mysterious woman. What about my appearance drove her to think I was entangled in drugs? Was it my two-button gray polo from Gap? My medium-wash straight-leg denim jeans from Levis? I began to fantasize about setting a corkscrew to both her eyes and twisting them out, listening to the sickening pop as they loosen from their sockets and cover me in yellow pus and blackish-purple blood.

This will be my last blog for two weeks, so take care all and if you're going to dine on asian cuisine, make sure to ask them if their food is MSG-free!