The joy of being asked for ID three times in one week, and being refused in one case for not actually having ID (saved by the lovely Raewyn), has been smashed, SMASHED I tell you by spending part of my Saturday night in KFC where they a) took forever to take our order and b) forgot mine. And inevitably I hit c) where I felt rather icky after eating it.
I am now going to wash myself to scrub off the layer of grease that appears to have accumulated in the 15 minutes I spent waiting for my non-existent burger.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
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