Now I have a machine gun
Ho Ho Ho
Now I have a machine gun
Ho Ho Ho
Checking out foreign versions of American fast food chains can be pretty fun. Their menus are often changed a bit to suit local tastes. Don’t get me wrong, I won’t turn down any chance to eat at a local hole in the wall, but I’ll make a point of getting something from a McDonald’s or KFC that they don’t offer back home at least once if I get the chance.
This guy ducks
The valets for the restaurant next to me just use all the metered street parking in front of our building. Imagine paying someone $20 to put $5 into a parking meter 100 feet away.
Can confirm. Not only could I not afford to eat the style of food I cooked at work, the last thing that I wanted to do when I got home was put effort into my own food.
If I was eating at work, I’d cobble together some kind of salad out of whatever scraps and nearly expired food I could shove into my face in under 3 minutes. If I was “cooking” for myself at home, about the most complicated thing that I’d make for myself was cereal.