week 41: total

theres this great chinese place down the street from where i live, great in that it doesnt make me violently ill every time i eat there.

every time i go there, i order the same thing, and everytime the total is different.

and the recipt is always in chinese, and i dont speak or read a word of it.

so i smile and pay, and they smile and take my money, and i wonder why the hell i keep coming back.

and the i realize that im not throwing up.

(update: i no longer go to this place, as the last time i went, i was with my mother who was down for a visit. upon returning from the bathroom she informed me that there wasnt any soap at the communal restroom sink... for anyone who lives in san francisco, id advise that you avoid eating at joe's chinese food on ocean avenue.)
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