DEATH BY OLIVE, AND OTHER HAPPY THOUGHTS
- Hot plates given to citizens in the Red Zone of the gas explosions do not work. Some start fires, and some only one burner works and the other burner is a slow, low heat only. Pissah. Thanks. Thanks for nothing.
- Gas company here again in my house to check meters. How many damn times are you going to "check the meters"?
- Gas company employees in the know (not connected to the gas company that effed everything up in the first place) say earliest estimate for gas/heat/hot water probably more like February with 47 miles of pipes to replace.
- Tired of trying to piece together meals on a faulty hot plate and without hot water to even wash my hands, so I order a pizza from Bertuccis.
- Traffic takes me an hour to go ten miles.
- Pizza is sitting on counter when I arrive at Bertuccis. Girl waits on two customers while I stand there for fifteen minutes, then she walks away.
- "Excuse me. I can see my pizza on the counter. May I please pay for it and go?"
- Harrrummmph. Silent treatment; pissy attitude.
- "Trust me. You may be having a bad day, but mine is worse," I say.
- She throws my pizza at me, throws my change at me, and runs away.
- I stop another employee. "May I please have some rolls?" He goes and gets them off someone's table.
- Traffic is so horrific that I am forced to run a red light to get home. Not to worry - two more cars behind me make the same desperate move.
- The pizza is ice cold. The rolls are ice cold.
- I hope that bitch chokes on an olive. Maybe even two.
