>>8734353I decided to go to the 7/11 to get chicken wings and a pepsi because though I had chicken strips at home I could make, I had no hot sauce or pepsi to eat with them. So I made a thermos of tea to drink from while I strolled to the store. When I was leaving a man in an apartment adjacent opened his door and was visibly startled by my presence. It was odd, because he clearly opened the door to glimpse me. He just closed it again.
Anyway, at the 7/11, I walked in and they said hello and I said nothing. Mindless worker drones trained to bark at me by their master. Their shelves had no hot sauce or hot wings, just plain wings. I wandered and ruminated for a while before I recalled that buying chicken entitled you to free sauce packets.
Then in the drink aisle, I scoured for pepsi in 355ml variety. They had larger varieties of it, but I can't even drink 355, so I decided to settle on a 310 ml coke even though I drink pepsi.
Then at the till the man ahead of me bought a 50 dollar steam gift card. guess he really needed video games at three am and is too stupid to use torrents.
anyway when it was my turn at the till I asked for hot sauce packets but they had none. So I went home with none. necessity is the mother of invention so I used what little ranch dressing I had, added cayenne and rice vinegar I had on hand to make a servicable hot sauce and drank my coca-cola while I watched smallville.
burnt the chicken when I was reheating it in my toaster oven though.
so, can you tell me what race I am, if you are such a great prognosticator of race based on cooking talent?
