i went through the drive-thru at wendy's this afternoon. as the lady asked to take my order, i had a thought. i want these people to have fun stories to tell their friends, you know, like the ones i had to tell you before i quit starbucks.
so i asked for my burger with, "no pickles, please, because pickles are against my religious dietary laws."
I know, it's pretty lame, but it was the best i could come up with spur of the moment. and plus i don't really like pickles, so it was like killing two birds with one stone.
the look the girl gave me when i paid for my food was priceless. And because i was by myself i kept a straight face. yay me. now she can go home and tell her boyfriend/husband/roommate about the strange white girl who asked for no pickles because they're against her religious dietary laws. and then they can all laugh at my expense.
on an unrelated note. my ovary hurts. specifically my left one. why? that's not a trick question. i really don't know why. it just does. maybe i should name my ovaries. betty and al.