garlic breath
Jun. 10th, 2004 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alenxa_classicThere's this place at one of the business-park food courts in the area that makes fabulous Italian food to order for $6.50 including salad, roll and drink. They have a spaghetti dish with artichokes and feta that is utterly craveable. So today I set out to go get some.
First challenge: no car. No problem. I am the pedestrian queen. The intrepid explorer sets off.
Second challenge: traffic lights. The streets I need to cross are the teeny ones honeycombing the offices across the medium-sized artery. The intrepid explorer waits.
Third challenge: sidewalks. They aren't universal. The intrepid explorer stops to pick weed spines out of her toes.
Fourth challenge: the line. I am not the only person to know and love this place. Consequently, the diet Coke that came with the meal is gone before I set back out. The intrepid explorer watches in fascination as the chef prepares each customer's dish in succession, then accepts her parcel and sets back out.
Fifth challenge: getting back. I've never been to this place on foot before, so my usual strategy of parking-lot weaving isn't refined yet for this route. I also neglected to re-map the place before leaving, so I had an interesting time trying to remember which way I was supposed to turn once my street of choice ran out. So, rationalizing that I'd had all that Coke and wasn't likely to be ravenous, I decide to brave the parking lots. Turns out the intrepid explorer forgot there was a huge trucking yard in the middle of the block. Fences everywhere, boxing in the lot. I have to cut sideways and exit through a covered lot, which spits me out about twice as far down the artery as I had gone down it before making the turn on the way to the food court.
Sixth challenge: same as the third, but a little bit grassier and better manicured. The intrepid explorer rhymed!
When I finally arrive back at work, I have 15 minutes to eat. This, I am hoping, will improve with practice. Because that pasta is just....damn.
The intrepid explorer is quite content.
First challenge: no car. No problem. I am the pedestrian queen. The intrepid explorer sets off.
Second challenge: traffic lights. The streets I need to cross are the teeny ones honeycombing the offices across the medium-sized artery. The intrepid explorer waits.
Third challenge: sidewalks. They aren't universal. The intrepid explorer stops to pick weed spines out of her toes.
Fourth challenge: the line. I am not the only person to know and love this place. Consequently, the diet Coke that came with the meal is gone before I set back out. The intrepid explorer watches in fascination as the chef prepares each customer's dish in succession, then accepts her parcel and sets back out.
Fifth challenge: getting back. I've never been to this place on foot before, so my usual strategy of parking-lot weaving isn't refined yet for this route. I also neglected to re-map the place before leaving, so I had an interesting time trying to remember which way I was supposed to turn once my street of choice ran out. So, rationalizing that I'd had all that Coke and wasn't likely to be ravenous, I decide to brave the parking lots. Turns out the intrepid explorer forgot there was a huge trucking yard in the middle of the block. Fences everywhere, boxing in the lot. I have to cut sideways and exit through a covered lot, which spits me out about twice as far down the artery as I had gone down it before making the turn on the way to the food court.
Sixth challenge: same as the third, but a little bit grassier and better manicured. The intrepid explorer rhymed!
When I finally arrive back at work, I have 15 minutes to eat. This, I am hoping, will improve with practice. Because that pasta is just....damn.
The intrepid explorer is quite content.
