Monday, June 21, 2010


"What is that?" my assistant asked. I was eating lunch at my desk.

"I don't know," I said.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"It looked interesting, so I bought it."


"A Vietnamese grocery down the street."

"What did the label say?"

"I don't know," I said. "It was in Vietnamese."

"Is it a spring roll?"

"Maybe," I said. "It might have shrimp in it. Or mung beans. It's hard to tell. It's got sort of a Silly Putty texture."

"Is it any good?"

"I don't know. It's kind of weird, actually. I'm trying to decide if it's good weird or weird weird."

"You're going to finish it either way, aren't you?"

"Probably. Waste not, want not."

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said.


ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

"You're going to finish it either way, aren't you?"

It's lunch time, and this is what I bought for lunch.

fish said...

This is the experience I had for nearly every meal in China.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

This must be one of those known unknowns.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

or maybe a spider pirate.

'enabl' sure, capcha.

Kathleen said...

is this an unlabeled Pinko Punko guest post?

Pinko Punko said...

I know what is wrong with me, that is the one difference.