You know how french fries are nasty re-heated, well, when you see them again after you’ve eaten them once, let me tell ya, cold fries seem like a dying mans dream of heaven by comparison.
In any case, I’ll never be eating anything prepared by school cafeterias again. They were so bad the came back up in pretty much the exact same condition they went in – 6 hours later. My arms and feet started going numb if I lifted them above the level of my heart until I divested myself of the offending fries.
It’s my own fault though – there’s a sign that says ‘Please clean the frier ever thursday night – this is not a suggestion, it’s the bare minimum requirement.” Meaning, of course, that on wednesday you have 6 day old grease that’s been cooking fries, chicken, onion rings, whatever else they can make less healthy. By wednesday the fries smell like a melange of the aforementioned foods… but when you’re starving and only have pocket change left, you make a compromise. Next time I’ll just make sure to get less than 5 ounces of salad, which hopefully isn’t contaminated with salmonella or escheria coli. Better yet, next time I’ll make sure to not have any errands scheduled for the long day lunch break.
It’s been two and a half hours since the re-emergence of the fries, and I still don’t feel well, and despite having eating nothing else besides two eggs, i’m completely not hungry and the thought of eating anything more than water still makes me feel a bit queasy. Hopefully morpheus can help me with that, since tomorrow is the 7 AM class.