Bento or bust
Something about sushi has been turning my stomach lately. I’ll gloat over the menu for over an hour until I choose the perfect salmon tuna roe avocado combo. When it arrives I get it all set up. Soy sauce, ginger curls, smears of wasabi all around. I do the tweeze, dunk, shake, stop, stare. Chew, chew, chew, chew swallow. Repeat the process two more times. Raise chopsticks for a third…. BAM. Blech. I’ve got 10 despondent rolls staring up at me.
A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
