Ab and I stopped at the Spicy Pickle on Lamar today…1st time there…didn’t realize it was a sandwich place, but whatever..that’s fine. We ordered a veggie sandwich and stood outside while it was prepared (it’s not a dog friendly establishment. Pft.). While we were waiting, we overheard a “conversation” (we’re using that term liberally).
Man: “What’s your favorite food?”
Woman: “Sandwiches
Somehow, we refrained from commenting directly to these people, so we need to address this problem here.
Woman…
a) “Sandwiches” is not an acceptable answer to that question. A sandwich is simply a manner of arranging a variety of food items. You don’t see the difference between a pb&j and a club sandwich? Those are the exact same thing to you? And even if you can’t tell them apart, do you actually like every ingredient equally? You find the onion as palatable as the cheese? No. You don’t. Pick one ingredient in one sandwich.
b) If you’re saying sandwiches just because this guy took you to the Spicy Pickle, we hope you guys break up tonight. The existence of this relationship and every pointless interaction that will undoubtedly come from it annoys us.
There. Community service completed for the day.
Well, one more comment: The pickles at the Spicy Pickle ARE spicy. They are topped with red peppers. We were really not expecting this. We tried a bite of one…they’re horrible. We’re fairly certain no one has ever finished their pickle at that place…but we kind of admire the restaurant for sticking to their guns on that one. They apparently feel that having a clever little edible representation of their name trumps offering a side item that people would actually like to eat. We’re down with that.
Ab’s going to a yoga class later today. This is a terrible idea. The last time Ab did yoga was a couple years ago while she was living in Dallas. She had to walk backwards down the stairs for an entire day after that class because her legs were so sore. She also doesn’t adapt well to the temperature of the “hot yoga” class. I assume the heat is supposed to help people be more flexible as their muscles are immediately warmed up…right? Sure. That’s a total scam. The class that Ab went to had students doing headstands. I’m sure the heat was a critical factor there. “Oh..now that it’s 470 degrees, I can balance my whole body on the top of my skull”. Yeah…right. You people practice those moves day in and day out. So turn the heat down to a comfortable temperature that normal humans can exercise in and stop showing off.
Tomorrow is Ab’s birthday. Having a birthday on the Independence Day weekend is really dangerous. It’s 4 days of almost-guaranteed debauchery. We went out with some great people last night, we’re meeting up with friends tonight and tomorrow, we’re getting into trouble on Sunday, and we’re checking into the Betty Ford Clinic on Monday.
Namaste pups.
Piggy
oh. ps. Austin Dog Running.
