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Originally Posted by Josem
About seven years ago I was at a semi-fast food Mexican restaurant, where you stand in line, order, get your drink cup, then they bring you the food in 5 to 10 minutes. As I was filling my drink near the salsa, napkins, and salt and pepper packets, an older gentlemen of about 80, in his 30 year old dirty suit that he wore every day, with hair coming out of his ears, stuck his huge paw into the salt packet holder and relieved the restaurant of about 40 percent of their supply.
In my mind, this was the lowest form of scum on earth, and though I did not say anything, I certainly judged him to be a low life as I stood there. Fast forward about four months. I am at the same restaurant, once again filling my drink cup. It suddenly occurs to me, that I needed salt back at my place. You know the rest.
About ten days ago, arriving at a new place for a short trip, after just loading up on groceries, I cooked myself a meal....went to the cupboard for some salt and pepper. There was pepper.....and.....some type of fake salt. I did not like the fake salt at all, and I mumbled...motherf**ker to myself as I enjoyed the meal less than I should have. The next day, after running to the grocery store for something, I forgot to buy the salt. However, I didn't realize this until I was sitting down at another semi fast food restaurant to eat shortly thereafter. You know the rest.
Of course, when I got back to the place I was staying, and looked in the closet next to the cupboard with the fake salt, I noticed one of those huge round containers of Morton's salt....the real stuff....the good stuff. Once again I mumbled...motherf**ker and continued my day.
Last edited by bgrif; 08-15-2018 at 11:32 PM.