Once again, I went in with a spirit of optimism. I couldn't possibly be let down yet again, could I? The Universe would not, for the umpteenth time, dash the Clinton of my hopes against the crags and crevasses of Obama, would it? Surely not?
Well, it did. I went into a sit-down Mexican restaurant and ordered a burrito instead of tamales or enchiladas. I always think, "heck, they're charging eight bucks for it, so it must be pretty good, right? And I get tortilla soup!"
Wrong. The carnitas were bland, the tortilla was bland, the beans were bland... Not impressive, although the chips and salsa were kinda okay.
The next time I am of a mind to do this, somebody stop me. I obviously am not good with applying past experience to future performance.
Well, it did. I went into a sit-down Mexican restaurant and ordered a burrito instead of tamales or enchiladas. I always think, "heck, they're charging eight bucks for it, so it must be pretty good, right? And I get tortilla soup!"
Wrong. The carnitas were bland, the tortilla was bland, the beans were bland... Not impressive, although the chips and salsa were kinda okay.
The next time I am of a mind to do this, somebody stop me. I obviously am not good with applying past experience to future performance.
